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He sighed as he gave the water to the Prince. 
From Secret Eleven—Jack the Giant-Killer. 


















WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 
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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 

TO 

Page 


The Third Little Pig.11 

Puss in Boots’ Master ..22 

The Little Tiny Bear.30 











CONTENTS—(Continued) 


WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 

TO 

Page 

Foxy-Woxy and Turkey-Lurkey.38 

Jack and His Beanstalk.44 

The Babes in the Woods.55 

The Cat That Belonged to Dick Whittington.64 

Sleeping Beauty.74 

Red Riding Hood.87 

Beauty and the Beast.94 

Jack, the Giant-Killer.104 

Cinderella.112 











ILLUSTRATIONS 


Page 

He sighed as he gave the water to the prince.2 

Cinderella’s fairy godmother said, “I am here, my dear.” . .10 

Little Pig took a turkish towel and he helped the old 
wolf out.19 

As fine a sword as the pretty penny would buy .... 29 

Came face to face with Goldilocks.. . .35 

He was about to eat it when a gray dwarf jumped out . . 49 

Strange bushes were laden with sticks of candy and lollipops . 59 

She stayed there for a long time.69 

They say a cat will always find its way home.71 

When the Queen kissed him, he awoke.81 

Bye and bye she met a rabbit.91 

To boil a kettle of tea.99 

The little old bent dame reminded her of her promise . . .121 









Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother said, “I am here, my dear.” 








































What Happened 
After 


Secret One 


Little Rachel was playing Cinderella. Everybody else 
had gone to the party. In the whole big house, there was 
only Katie, the housemaid, who was in the kitchen, and 
Rachel, who sat close to the hearth in the library where 
the open fire glowed red and warm. 

It seemed to Rachel that she was quite as lonely as 
Cinderella must have been, even though she had not been 
left to clean pots and pans and even though there were no 
cinders. She had so wanted to go to the party,—and then 
she had caught a cold and had had to stay home. She 
had watched the automobile roll off down the driveway 
and afterwards had come back to the hearth to curl up 
with the Fairy Book for company. 

The Fairy Book was always companionable. On 
its cover there was a beautiful picture of Cinderella’s 
fairy godmother. As Rachel turned the leaves, she found 
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in the book all the fairy stories that have been loved by 
children for centuries: Cinderella, Puss-in-Boots, Sleep¬ 
ing Beauty, Henny Penny, Dick Whittington and many 
more. Rachel always wondered what had become of 
them all after the stories ended. She often wished that 
she knew as she turned the leaves of the Fairy Book. 
Today, when she opened the book, right there before her 
was the picture of Cinderella sitting by the fire. 

“Oh!” exclaimed Rachel to herself, “Oh! I wish I had 
the very same Fairy Godmother!” And then, suddenly 
she thought, “Oh, Oh! I’ll wish for her and see if she’ll 
come and help me to go to the party!” That, of course, 
was a splendid wish—a wish that maybe we, too, might 
have wished if we had been sitting beside the hearth. 

And right then, a strange thing happened! For no 
sooner had Rachel made the wish than—there stood Cin¬ 
derella’s Fairy Godmother right beside the fireplace! 
There she was! In one hand she held her star-tipped 
wand. “I’m here, my dear,” she smiled, “what do you 
want, Rachel?” 

“Oh, Fairy Godmother, I want to go to the party,” 
answered Rachel. “I’m so glad you came!” 

But the Fairy Godmother shook her head. “I knew 
you would ask that,” she laughed, “but it cannot be, 
Rachel! Your mother told you you must stay here and 
take care of your cold. She said you could not go out¬ 
doors today, didn’t she?” 

Rachel nodded. “You could make a magic wish and 
take me to the party somehow, couldn’t you?” she 



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pleaded. “If it were a magic wish, I needn’t take any 
more cold.” 

“I could not do it,” the Fairy replied. “Because your 
mother told you to stay here by the fire; but I’ll tell you 
what I will do, Rachel. I’ll tell you some fairy stories!” 

“All about the people in the Fairy Book,” Rachel sug¬ 
gested. “I always wanted to know what happened to 
them after the end of the stories in the book. Oh, I’d 
love to have you tell me that, Fairy Godmother!” 

The Fairy smiled and took a seat in father’s big arm¬ 
chair and Rachel curled up at her feet upon a small 
hassock. “Here’s the picture book, Fairy dear,” she 
suggested. 

So the Fairy Godmother took the big book in her lap 
and opened it. “I’ll tell you all about what happened in 
Fairyland,” she agreed. “And we might as well start at 
the beginning, unless we begin at the back and go Chi- 
nese-fashion. Do you prefer to start at the back or the 
front?” 

Rachel joyfully said, “The front, Fairy dear. First 
comes The Three Little Pigs. Then come Puss In Boots, 
The Three Bears, Henny Penny, Jack and the Beanstalk, 
the Babes in the Wood, Dick Whittington’s Cat, Sleeping 
Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Beauty and the Beast 
and Jack the Giant Killer. Cinderella’s Ugly Sisters is 
nicest of all and comes last of all. Please hurry and begin! 
Do you think there’ll be time for all?” 

The Fairy beamed as she said, “I’ll tell you the secret 
about The Three Little Pigs.” She turned over the leaf 



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of the Fairy Book. It opened to the picture of The Three 
Little Pigs. 

“See!” said she, “this is the first story and I think 
you’ll enjoy knowing all that happened to them.” 

“To be sure, Fairy dear,” smiled Rachel. “I have 
always loved the Three Little Pigs! I want to know all 
about them. Please tell me their story!” And she snug¬ 
gled close to the Fairy Godmother and the Fairy God¬ 
mother began: 














WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


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Once upon a time there was an old pig with three little 
pigs; and as she had not enough to keep them, she sent 
them out into the world to seek their fortunes. We have 
heard the story of their adventures many times: the old 
wolf ate two of them after he had huffed and puffed and 
blown their houses in—and, last of all, he came tumbling 
down the chimney of the third little pig and fell into 
the kettle of boiling water that that little pig had put 
there. 

This was once upon a time when he came to the brick 
house that belonged to the third little pig and the third 
little pig would not let him in. So the old wolf had 
huffed and puffed and puffed and huffed till he was tired. 
Then he had said, “Well, I’ll come down the chimney!” 
So he did it and fell—SPLASH! down into the hot water! 

“Wow!” howled the wolf then, “Wow! Help!” 

But the third little pig stood on the kitchen hearth 
and smiled. “No! No!” he laughed. “I’ve got you now 
and 1 won’t let you out! Squee-wee-wee!” 

“Wow! Wow!” howled the wolf. “Let me out! Let 
me out! I shall be cooked in this hot water! I shall be 
scalded!” 

But the little pig replied, “No, no! By the hair of my 
chinny-chin-chin, you are caught! You stay in! Squee- 
wee-wee!” 

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll cool all the water 
with huffing and puffing,” replied the old wolf. And he 
began to huff and puff the water. 



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But the little pig had another hot kettleful and he 
put more in as the rest got cool. 

“Little Pig! Little Pig!” cried the old wolf, “Let me 
out! Wow! The water is hot! Have mercy, Little Pig! 
Wow! Wow!” 

“You ate my brother who built his house out of straw 
and you ate my brother who built his house out of a bun¬ 
dle of wood,” answered the little pig. “Do you think 
you deserve to be helped? Didn’t you intend to come 
down this chimney and eat me?” 

“Wow! Wow!” growled the wolf. “Wow! Wow! 
The water is hot! If you don’t let me out, I shall be 
cooked! Have mercy. Little Pig! Let me out and I will 
be good—I will be good!” 

So the old wolf splashed around in the hot kettle. 
“Honestly, Little Pig,” he yelled. “Honestly and truly! 
I did not eat your brothers all up! I left their tails. I was 
going to pickle them for winter. They are on the pantry 
shelf at home now.” 

“That is nothing to me,” returned the third little pig. 
“My brothers are more than their tails! Squee-wee- 
wee!” 

“Yes, I know,” returned the old wolf, splashing hard 
in the kettle of hot water, trying to get out, “but all will 
be well again if you do as I say: Let me out! Wow! 
Wow! Wow! The water is hot and I shall be cooked if 
you do not hurry!” 

“By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin, you are caught 
and stay in,” replied the little pig. “Squee-wee-wee!” 



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So the old wolf howled and he growled, and he huffed 
and he puffed, “Wow! Wow!” 

The little pig stood on the kitchen hearth and he felt 
rather sorry for the old wolf, for he was, after all, a kind 
little pig and at last he said, “What good are my brother’s 
uneaten tails to me? Squee-wee-wee!” 

“Wow! Wow!” splashed the old wolf, “don’t you 
know that all little pigs root? Wow! Wow! Let me 
out and I will help you get your brothers again! Wow! 
Wow!” 

“I will not!” answered the third little pig, pouring 
in to the kettle more hot water. “By the hair of my 
chinny-chin-chin, you are caught—you stay in! Squee- 
wee-wee!” 

“I will be good! Oh, I will be good,” howled the wolf. 
“Wow! Wow!” 

“Well,” considered the third little pig, “tell me how 
you would be when you are good? Squee-wee-wee!” 

“Little pigs always root,” replied the old wolf. “Wow! 
Wow! If you plant the tails, they will grow and soon you 
will have your brothers with you again! Wow! Wow!” 

“Is that so?” asked the third little pig. “Squee-wee- 
wee!” 

“It is!” declared the old wolf. “Don’t you know that 
they are like curly grapevine tendrils—and don’t they 
grow? Wow! Wow!” 

“How?” 

“Plant the tails,” declared the old wolf. “Let me out 
and I will help you! Wow! Wow!” 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


At first the little pig seemed doubtful but at last he 
decided to let the old wolf out for he promised faith¬ 
fully to do no harm, and he said he knew exactly where 
the tails were. 

“Will you huff and puff at my house, if I let you out?” 

“Wow! Wow!” returned the old wolf. “No! No!” 

“Will you try to eat me up? Squee-wee-wee?” 

“No! No! Wow! Wow!” answered the old wolf. 

So the little pig took a Turkish towel and he helped 
the old wolf out of the hot bath and gave it to him to 
rub himself dry. When he was quite dry, he was very 
meek and he looked very forlorn indeed. “Come,” said 
he, “I will lead you to my house.” 

So the old wolf led the way and the third little pig 
followed. Squee-wee-wee. 

Soon they came to the turnip field. 

“Are you sorry for all the mischief that you have 
done?” asked the third little pig. “Squee-wee-wee!” 

“Very! Wow! Wow!” answered the old wolf and 
they went on to Farmer Jones’ farm and trotted together 
through the apple orchard. 

“Are you going to be good always?” asked the third 
little pig. “Squee-wee-wee!” 

“Yes! Yes!” the old wolf answered. “I will never 
huff or puff again! I will never eat any more little pigs! 
I will never try to come down your chimney! Wow! 
Wow!” 

So at last they came to the old wolf’s house and they 



Little Pig took a turkish towel and he helped the old wolf out. 



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So they were planted and they at once began to root. 


went into the pantry and—sure enough—there were the 
tails! 

So they were planted and, they at once began to root. 
Very soon, two little pink snouts showed in the earth 
and these grew and grew till very soon there were two 
little pigs. Squee-wee-wee! 

The one squealed, “Weezy-wee, dear brother! How 
glad I am to see you!” 

The other squealed, “Squeezy-weezy-wee! How glad 
I am to be here!” 

And then the third little pig cried, “Squee-wee-wee! 
How perfectly lovely!” 

So the three trotted home to the brick house together 
and they all lived happily ever after. 

As for the old wolf, he quite reformed, Wow! Wow! 
He never huffed or puffed any more. He never ate 



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any more little pigs and he never tried to come down the 
chimney of the brick house. Wow! Wow! 

So the Fairy Godmother ended the story with a 
chuckle. 

“Squee-wee-wee,” laughed Rachel. “I like that 
story,” and she laughed outright. And the Fairy God¬ 
mother laughed too. Then she turned over the page of 
the Fairy Book till it opened at the picture of Puss in 
Boots. 











Secret Two 

Little Rachel looked thoughtfully down at the picture 
of Puss in Boots. “I like Puss in Boots, Fairy God¬ 
mother,” she said, “yet, it seems to me—and it always 
has seemed to me—that he told untruths! At least, 1 
should call them untruths.” 

“He did,” answered the Fairy Godmother. “He did! 
Of course, he was only a cat but even a cat should have 
known better and I think I rather blame the Miller’s 
Youngest Son for not telling him positively that it was 
wrong.” 

“Exactly,” replied Rachel. “He ought not to have 
told untruths even to help his master.” 

“No!” declared the Fairy. “Wrong is never right! And 
there is only one thing that could have happened and that 
did happen afterwards. Listen, and I will tell you.” 

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There was once upon a time a miller who had three 
sons. When he died, he left his mill to his eldest son, 
his ass to the second son, and to his youngest he left 
his cat. 

We know the story of the Miller’s Youngest Son and 
his cat, Puss in Boots. We know then that the Miller’s 
Youngest Son married a princess and went to live in 
the ogre’s castle under the name of the Marquis of 
Carabas. 

























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But, as things happen that are wrong, truth soon came 
right and showed how untrue wrong had been: the 
king who was the father of the princess found out that 
the Miller’s Youngest Son was no marquis at all and that 
he lived in a castle that Puss had stolen for him. 

“Alas!” cried the king, "send the Miller’s Youngest 
Son to me! I must know all about this.” 

So the Miller’s Youngest Son came to the king and he 
was very sorry. With him came Puss. 

"I have called you to account for yourselves,” said the 
king. “I hear that you are the Miller’s Youngest Son 
and that you are not the Marquis of Carabas, as your 
cat said. You have deceived me. It is not through your 
own worth that you have gained a princess and a for¬ 
tune. It is through untruth. You have proved that you 
do not deserve the princess or the castle, or the fortune. 
And as all are mine and of my kingdom, I will take them 
away till you can prove that you really merit them. 
And I will give you a year and a day to prove your 
worth, earn a castle and make a fortune. Then the 
princess shall be yours—but not till then!” 

“My cat erred through faithfulness to me,” said the 
Miller’s Youngest Son. “I will return to the mill and 
I will start where I began as the Miller’s Youngest Son, 
without wealth. My cat shall not help me. In a year 
and a day I will prove my real worth and win a castle 
and a fortune. Then I shall come to claim the princess 
who will be rightfully mine!” 

So saying, the Miller’s Youngest Son returned to the 



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mill. He put on his old ragged clothes and had not a 
penny in his pocket. 

As he was sitting beside the mill-dam wondering how 
he could start to win fame and fortune, he chanced to 
put his hand in his pocket. There he felt a piece of 
twine. “Best not be idle,” said he to himself. So he 
fashioned a fish-line and fished while he tried to make 
a plan. 

Presently, he felt a nibble and there upon his hook 
was a fine large fish. Indeed, the Miller’s Youngest Son 
soon had what might make a good supper. And as 
he was rising, a teamster drove over the mill-bridge and 
hailed him. “My good man,” said he, “I see you have 
been fishing.” 

“Yes,” returned the Miller’s Youngest Son. “But the 
fish are worth little to me. They would make a good 
supper but I have neither fire nor hearth nor home in 
which to cook them. I have not a penny in the world and 
I want to earn fame and fortune.” 

“Aha,” replied the teamster. “What were you going 
to do about it when I hailed you?” 

“I was going to send one fish as a present to the King; 
I was going to give one fish to Puss, and the third fish 
I was going to sell for my supper.” 

“Well,” declared the teamster. “Come home with me 
and my wife will cook the third fish for you. We will all 
share it for supper and if you need a roof to keep you 
warm till tomorrow, I have a warm bed you may have 
at my hut.” 



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So the Miller’s Youngest Son sent the King his gift 
with compliments from him and not from the Marquis 
of Carabas. The teamster’s boy took it to the castle 
and he said that Puss, too, was delighted with her gift. 

They ate the third fish for supper and the Miller’s 
Youngest Son stayed at the hut over night. 

In the morning, he started out again. He came to a 
field where there were reapers. “Is there work to do 
here?” he asked. “I have not a penny in my pocket and 
I am starting out to win both fame and fortune. I am 
the Miller’s Youngest Son who has nothing in the world 
but a strong pair of arms and a good kind cat.” 

The reapers nodded and they gave him work. Indeed, 
he worked so well and faithfully that as long as there 
weis reaping, the Miller’s Youngest Son had work. 

When the reaping was done, the Miller’s Youngest 
Son had earned a pretty penny to start him toward fame 
and fortune. 

When he was jogging along the highway wondering 
what he might next do to turn his good right arm into 
account and win fame and fortune honestly, he came to 
a signpost that read: 

“Take T^otice, all ye who pass this way! Be it known that in 
these parts close by there dwells an ogre so cruel that he will 
kill any whom he may find. And be it known that the king 
will give to the one who will slay this ogre half his kingdom.” 

“Aha!” cried the Miller’s Youngest Son. “Here is 
my chance! I have no sword but I will buy me one 
with my pretty penny.” 



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So he jogged onward 
to the town and there he 
bought him as fine and 
strong a sword as the 
pretty penny would buy. 

And next day he set out 
toward the ogre’s castle 
to slay the ogre. “If I 
have but courage to fight 
the ogre,’’ thought the 
Miller’s Youngest Son, 

“I shall win fame and 
fortune with my good 
right arm, honestly.’’ So 
he said as he jogged on 
toward the ogre’s castle 
with his sword. “It is a good test of courage,” said he. 
“Ho!” he cried as he came to the ogre’s gate. “Open! 
I am the Miller’s Youngest Son and am come to gain 
fame and fortune here as the king has decreed.” 

When the ogre heard this, he laughed. “Do you 
not know that I could eat you in two whole bites?” 

“If you can,” returned the Miller’s Youngest Son. 
“Then I hope you are not hungry for I do not care to be 
eaten. Could you fight with me hand to hand instead?” 

“Surely,” returned the ogre and his laugh was like 
the roaring of thunder. He burst the castle gate open 
and he fell upon the Miller’s Youngest Son in his wrath! 

But the Miller’s Youngest Son had true courage and 





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he had a good sword that he had bought with his pretty 
penny—besides he had a good strong right arm. And as 
they fought, the gaining side was with the Miller’s 
Youngest Son for the ogre was fat and heavy although 
he was so powerful. 

At last, the Miller’s Youngest Son dealt the ogre such 
a blow that he fell down flat and died. Then the Miller’s 
Youngest Son took the sword of the ogre and set out with 
it to show the king that he had rid the kingdom of the 
great and cruel ogre. 

At last he arrived at the castle gate and he called to 
have the castle gate opened to him. “I am the Miller’s 
Youngest Son,” he cried, “but I have killed the ogre.” 

Then the king himself came out to meet the Miller’s 
Youngest Son and he said, “My son, you have won fame 
and fortune. Yours is the half of my kingdom. To you 
shall be given the fine castle of the ogre. Come with me 
and feast! The hand of the princess is yours again and 
we must celebrate with great joy the fact that wrong 
is made right!” 

So the Miller’s Youngest Son went to live with the 
princess in the castle and he ruled over half of the king’s 
domain. Puss lived with them, happily, and all went 
well. 

The Fairy Godmother closed the story of Puss in 
Boots and turned over the leaf. “I think Puss learned 
right from wrong too,” said she as she opened the Fairy 
Book to the next story. 




As fine a sword as the pretty penny would buy. 


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Secret Three 


The next story was the story of The Three Bears and 
when the Fairy Godmother turned over the leaf of the 
Fairy Book, there was Goldilocks running down the 
path from the little house in the wood with the three 
bears scampering after her. 

“Oh, it’s splendid to have you tell me all these stories, 
Fairy dear,” smiled Rachel. “I’m going to give you a 
big bear hug before we go any further! Will you 
let me?” 

For answer, the Fairy Godmother folded her wings 
close. “Don’t rumple my wings,” she cautioned. “You 
must be a tiny wee bear, Rachel,” she laughed after the 
squeeze. “I don’t often have a hug from a little girl 
but I’d often like to hug little girls!” 

“And now the story of what happened to the Three 
Bears and Goldilocks,” urged Rachel, seating herself on 
the arm of the chair and pointing to the picture. “I 
always felt that as Goldilocks had done such mischief, 
she ought to have made it right. If anybody had come 
to see me and had broken down my chair, I should expect 
them to mend it for me afterwards— wouldn’t you think 
that would be right? Really, if I did such a thing, 
mother’d want me to give a new one myself and I’d buy 
it with my own pocket money.” 

“You’re right,” declared the fairy. “But listen! I’m 
going to tell you now all that happened when Goldilocks 
ran off down the woodpath with the Three Bears at her 
heels. And the Fairy Godmother began to tell about 

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Once upon a time, as we all remember, there lived in 
a far country a little girl called Goldilocks who started 
off into a wood one day to gather flowers. We know 
what happened. She found a little house that was the 
home of the Great Big Bear, the Middling-Sized Bear 
and the Little Tiny Wee Bear. We know how she went 
into the house; how she tasted the porridge; how she ate 
up all that belonged to the Little Tiny Wee Bear; how 
she broke down his chair and mussed up the bears’ beds 
and, finally, fell fast asleep upon the most comfortable 
















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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


bed, till she was wakened by the home-coming of the 
three bears. 

Well! When she heard them come in, Goldilocks, 
as we know, jumped from the window and dashed down 
the path as fast as she could go. And she never stopped 
to say, “I’m sorry for all my naughtiness!” 

It was a very long chase. Goldilocks ran as fast as 
a deer and was soon lost to sight in the forest. The 
Great Big Bear finally stopped running for he was quite 
out of breath. “Gr-r-r-r!” he growled, “I can’t go so 
fast any more! Gr-r-r-r,” he growled again in a great 
big growl, “I will sit down here and rest. Middling- 
Sized Bear will catch the little girl and bring her back.” 
So he sat down on the path to rest. 

The Middling-Sized Bear ran on and on through the 
wood but she did not see Goldilocks. By and by, she 
too began to get tired and she growled, “Gr-r-r-r,” in a 
middling-sized voice, “Gr-r-r-r!” and she said, “I’m tired 
out and I can’t go any further till I’m rested. I will let 
Little Tiny Bear catch Goldilocks.” So she sat down on 
a bed of fern and stayed there. 

The Little Tiny Bear, however, ran on and on, and 
on through the forest as fast as he could go. Sometimes, 
he thought that he could catch a glimpse of Goldilocks 
as she disappeared around the path in front of him. So 
he kept on, and on, and on till at last he came to a cot¬ 
tage at the edge of the wood. 

"Maybe,” said the Little Tiny Wee Bear to himself, 
“Maybe this is Goldilock’s home. I will go in and see if 



WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


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The table was all set for supper. 


she is there.” So he went to the door and knocked: rat- 
tat-tat. 

Nobody answered. “Perhaps she is hiding,” thought 
he, so he opened the door and as there seemed nobody 
about, he went in to see if he could find Goldilocks. 

As he entered the house, he came upon the dining¬ 
room and he peeped in there. The table was all set for 
supper and on it there were three plates of blackberries 
and honey-cakes. One plate was a great big plate; the 
other was a middling-sized plate and there was also a 
little tiny wee plate that exactly fitted the Little Tiny Wee 
Bear’s size! “Oh, I wish I could have just one honey 
cake,” sighed the Little Tiny Wee Bear. "Oh, I wish I 
might take just one blackberry from the dish! It would 
never be missed!” But he passed by the great big plate- 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


ful and the middling-sized plateful, and the little tiny 
wee plate that exactly suited him and he went on into 
the next room that was the parlor. 

In the parlor were three chairs. One was a great big 
chair; another was a middling-sized chair, and there was 
also a little tiny wee chair that exactly suited the Little 
Tiny Wee Bear! It had a blue cushion on it and it did 
look inviting! “Oh, I’d like to sit right down there and 
rest,” sighed the Little Tiny Wee Bear. But he did not 
do it even though he was tired for he had not been invited 
into the house at all. He went into the next room, trying 
to find Goldilocks. 

The next room was a bed room. In it were three beds. 
One was a great big bed, another was a middling-sized 
bed, and there was a most beautiful little tiny bed also. 
It seemed to the Little Tiny Bear that no little tiny bed 
had ever looked so inviting. He was quite tired out and 
he had not found Goldilocks at all! He wanted to lie 
down and take a nap. 

BUT, the Little Tiny Bear had been taught that he 
must never lie down on nice clean bed-spreads in the day¬ 
time and he knew very well that it would not be polite 
to go to sleep on that little tiny bed that was not his to 
lie down upon, so he turned to go out of the room and 
out of the house WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, he came 
face to face with Goldilocks! 

“Oh, Oh!” cried the Little Tiny Wee Bear in a little 
tiny wee voice, “Oh, Oh! I have found you at last! Do 
you know what you did in my house, Little Girl?” 



c* 


Came face to face with Goldilocks. 

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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


Goldilocks looked as if she wanted to run away but 
she was not really afraid of the Little Tiny Wee Bear and 
she was ashamed of herself for what naughtiness she had 
done. “I’m sorry, Little Tiny Wee Bear,” she said. “I’m 
very sorry! 1 will never do it again!” 

“It was my bowl of porridge!” declared the Little Tiny 
Wee Bear in a little tiny wee voice. “It was my little 
chair! And it is all broken down! Besides that, you 
mussed up my little tiny wee bed too! And you ran off 
without saying you were sorry! You deserved to be 
caught.” 

“I know it,” answered Goldilocks. “But I am sorry. 
I will give you all my little tiny wee plateful of blackber¬ 
ries and all my honey cake that is downstairs; I will give 
you my own little tiny wee chair in return for the one I 
broke—and I will come back with you and smooth out 
the wrinkles in your little tiny wee bed’s lovely white 
spread if you will let me.” 

“Thank you,” answered the Little Tiny Wee Bear. “If 
you are sorry, you won’t do it again.” 

“No,” returned Goldilocks. 

And she never did it again. The Little Tiny Wee Bear 
said in a little tiny wee voice that he forgave her—and 
they were friends ever afterwards. 

And as for the Great Big Bear and the Middling-Sized 
Bear, when they were rested, they both trotted home and 
they too forgave Goldilocks when the Little Tiny Wee 
Bear came home and told them all about it. 



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37 


Here, the Fairy finished the story of what had hap¬ 
pened to the Little Tiny Wee Bear. “He was a good 
Little Tiny Wee Bear, wasn’t he, Rachel?” 

Rachel nodded. “I think,” said she, “that it was good 
of Goldilocks to give her own little tiny wee chair to the 
Little Tiny Wee Bear. I’m sure he liked the blackberries 
and the honey cake. Maybe, when he went home, he had 
a good nap on his own little tiny wee bed!” 

“Indeed he did,” the Fairy answered and then she 
turned over the leaf of the Fairy Book to the next secret. 








Secret Four 




The next leaf of the Fairy Book was turned to the 
secret of Henny Penny. There was the picture! Rachel 
always had to laugh when she saw it, just as she always 
had to laugh at the story. 

“I do love this story,” she smiled, “don’t you think 
everybody does, Fairy Godmother dear?” 

The Fairy chuckled. “Of course,” she replied. “And 
there’s even more than you’ve ever heard of before. 
Wait till I tell the secret of 



























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There was once upon a time when Foxy-Woxy made 
two bites at Cocky-Locky but didn’t catch him. He ran 
into a rabbit hole and escaped. As for Henny-Penny, as 
soon as she saw what had happened, she turned tail and 
ran toward home as fast as her two feet could carry her 
and she forgetting all about telling the king that the sky 
was going to fall. This was the time when Cocky-Locky 
came out of the rabbit hole and set out to tell the queen 
that Foxy-Woxy had eaten Turkey-Lurkey, Goosey- 
Poosey, and Ducky-Daddies. 

He went along, and he went along, and he went along 
till he met Kitty-Catty. “Where are you going, Cocky- 
Locky?” asked Kitty-Catty. “May I come with you?” 

“Certainly,” replied Cocky-Locky. “I am going to 
tell the queen that Foxy-Woxy has made two bites at 
Turkey-Lurkey, Goosey-Poosey, Ducky-Daddies and has 
eaten them all up and I want to tell the king that the sky 
is falling.” 

So Kitty-Catty went with Cocky-Locky to find the 
queen. 

They went along, and they went along, and they went 
along till they met Doggie-Woggie. “Where are you 
going, Cocky-Locky and Kitty-Catty?” asked Doggie- 
Woggie. “May I come with you?” 

“Certainly,” replied Cocky-Locky and Kitty-Catty. 
“We are going to tell the queen that Foxy-Woxy has 
made two bites at Turkey-Lurkey, Goosey-Poosey, 
Ducky-Daddies and has eaten them all up and we want 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


to tell the king that Henny-Penny says the sky is fall¬ 
ing.” 

So they went along, and they went along, and they 
went along till they met Piggie-Wiggie. “Where are you 
going?” asked Piggie-Wiggie. “May I come with you?” 

“Certainly,” replied Cocky-Locky, Kitty-Catty, 
Doggie-Woggie. “We are going to tell the queen that 
Foxy-Woxy has made two bites at Turkey-Lurkey, 
Goosey-Poosey, Ducky-Daddies and has eaten them all 
up and we want to tell the king that Henny-Penny says 
the sky is falling.” 

So Piggie-Wiggie went with Cocky-Locky, Kitty- 
Catty, Doggie-Woggie. 

They went along, and they went along, and they went 
along till they met Donkey-Lonkey. “Where are you 
going?” asked Donkey-Lonkey. “May I come with 
you?” 

“Certainly,” replid Cocky-Locky, Kitty-Catty, Doggie- 
Woggie, Piggie-Wiggie. “We are going to tell the queen 
that Foxy-Woxy has made two bites at Turkey-Lurkey, 
Goosey-Poosey, Ducky-Daddies and has eaten them all 
and we want to tell the king that Henny-Penny says the 
sky is falling.” 

So Donkey-Lonkey went with Cocky-Locky, Kitty- 
Catty, Doggie-Woggie, Piggie-Wiggie. 

They went along, and they went along, and they went 
along till they met Wolfie-Poolfie. “Where are you 
going?” asked Wolfie-Poolfie. “May I go with you?” 

“Certainly,” replied Cocky-Locky, Kitty-Catty, Dog- 



WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


41 


gie-Woggie, Piggie-Wiggie, Donkey-Lonkey. “We are 
going to tell the queen that Foxy-Woxy has made two 
bites at Turkey-Lurkey, Goosey-Poosey, Ducky-Daddies 
and has eaten them all up and we want to tell the king 
that Henny-Penny says the sky is falling.” 

“Oh, but that is not the right way to go,” said Wolfie- 
Poolfie. “You’ll soon get to the queen’s palace if you 
follow me for I know the short way there.” 

“Why of course, certainly, without doubt, why not?” 
said Cocky-Locky, Kitty-Catty, Doggie-Woggie, Piggie- 
Wiggie, Donkey-Lonkey. 

So Wolfie-Poolfie ran along, and ran along and ran 
along and he ran right into a great deep black den but he 
didn’t go very far for he turned around to wait for Cocky- 
Locky, Kitty-Catty, Doggie-Woggie, Piggie-Wiggie, 
Donkey-Lonkey. 

Then Kitty-Catty said, “Look out! I think this is just 
what Foxy-Woxy did to Turkey-Lurkey, Goosey-Poosey, 
Ducky-Daddies!” And she spoke to Doggie-Woggie, 
who spoke to Piggie-Wiggie, who spoke to Donkey-Lon¬ 
key, who told Cocky-Locky. 

Then they all turned tail and ran home just as Henny- 
Penny had done. Nobody ever told the queen that Foxy- 
Woxy had made two bites at Turkey-Lurkey, Goosey- 
Poosey, Ducky-Daddies and had eaten them all up— 
nor did anybody ever tell the king that Henny-Penny 
said the sky was falling! 

So the Fairy finished. “And,” said she, “you know, 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 



Just as Henny Penny had done. 


Rachel, that the sky never falls—it is only worry that 
makes people fret about things that never happen.” 

Rachel chuckled. And the Fairy turned over the leaf 
of the Fairy Book to the next story page. 






Secret Five 


“Such a funny hen as Henny-Penny!” laughed Rachel 
as the Fairy smoothed out the new page to the picture of 
Jack and his Beanstalk. “I wish you would tell all the 
story over again for I always loved Henny-Penny, Ducky- 
Lucky and the rest!” 

But the Fairy Godmother shook her head. “No, dear,” 
she said. “You know it now—all of it, dear! I must 
hurry on with the next story which I’m sure you’ll like. I 
have only made time for the telling of twelve stories and 
now we must consider Jack and his Beanstalk. 

“Do you think Jack was a silly to sell his good cow for 
a handful of beans, Fairy?” asked Rachel. “It did seem 
to be rather more sensible than it sounds but I hardly 
think I would have done it myself.” 

The Fairy Godmother chuckled. She did not answer. 
And then she began 


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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 



“There was once upon a time when Jack’s beanstalk 
was cut down just in the nick of time. This was when 
the giant fell headlong into the garden and was killed 
and when the boy came back to his mother’s cottage with 
his fortune that the ogre had stolen long ago. 

The two of them lived happily and well for a long time 
and then, at last. Jack began to long again for adventures. 











WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


45 


He wished daily that he might find another hatful of 
beans to plant in the garden. He longed to climb up 
another beanstalk and explore all the strange land that 
lay above. He wished to see what the castle was like 
now and he wondered if the ogre’s wife still lived there. 

Though he asked many people and many gardeners 
about magic beans, he could find none that had ever seen 
them or knew where they might be found. When he 
spoke to his mother about it, she only sighed and begged 
him not to think of going up there again. She reminded 
him of the fact that they had all the wealth that they 
could use and that they were now happy and had nothing 
more to desire. 

And yet Jack was restless and thought of nothing but 
of going up a beanstalk again to find what he could in 
the land above. 

“I will dress up as a farmer,” he thought, “and I will 
find the best cow in our barns. Then I will go and look 
for a man who will give me a hatful of beans in return 
for her.” So thinking, he made his plan and one day 
when his mother had gone off on a visit, he went to the 
barn and took from it a fine red cow. He tied her horns 
with a rope and soon set out up the road that led toward 
the fair-grounds. 

Over hill and over dale went Jack with the cow. 
Everybody he met, he asked, “Do you want to buy a 
fine red cow in exchange for a hatful of beans? 

People thought him foolish and they smiled to each 
other and passed him by. But at last he met a man who 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


was crafty and he said, “Ah, to be sure I do, my man! 
Here are the beans!” And he gave Jack a hatful then 
and there. 

At first, Jack looked at the beans and was much 
pleased with his bargain, thinking he had at last found 
some that were worth far more than the price of the red 
cow. But as he examined them at home, they seemed to 
differ from the magic beans of old time and he was doubt¬ 
ful. Nevertheless, he planted them where the old bean¬ 
stalk had stood in the garden. He did this at night just 
after sunset and so anxious was he to see what might 
happen that he sat up all night watching the spot. 

But nothing happened. And in the morning, he knew 
that they had not been magic beans at all! There was 
not even the sign of a green sprout to herald the start of 
a new beanstalk! 

Jack was very disappointed. But he thought, “I will 
try again!” So he dressed himself as before and he went 
to the barn and took from it a fine black cow. Then, with 
a rope about her horns, he set out over hill and over dale 
to the fair-grounds. 

He asked everybody whom he met if they could tell 
him where to find the magic beans for he was now on his 
guard against getting the worst of the bargain as he had 
on the previous day. 

He met the man who had sold him the beans and taken 
his red cow. This man professed that Jack had not re¬ 
ceived the right beans. “I may have made a mistake,” 
he said, “for I have many kinds of magic beans. Per- 



WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


47 


haps when you return to your home, these will have 
grown into fine vines for some take longer than others to 
sprout and grow.” 

But Jack did not believe him. And when the man 
offered to sell him others to try—in exchange for the 
black cow—Jack would have nothing to do with the 
bargain. 

On he went over hill and over dale till he met an old 
woman who said she had in her basket the very kind he 
desired. He looked at them and thought they seemed 
very like the magical beans from which the beanstalk had 
grown, so he gave the fine black cow to the old woman 
and he set homeward at once with his hatful of beans. 

Then, again, he planted the beans in the garden and 
sat watching all the night through to see if anything was 
going to come up. Though he watched and he watched, 
nothing showed. Every short space of time, Jack exam¬ 
ined the ground. Yet when daylight came at last there 
was not the slightest trace of a green sprout anywhere! 
And Jack acknowledged that he had been fooled again. 
He decided to be more on his guard next time. 

So, the following day, he dressed himself and went to 
his barn and took from it a fine white cow. He put a 
rope about her horns and he led her off over hill and over 
dale toward the fair-grounds. He met the man to whom 
he had sold the red cow and he met the woman to whom 
he had sold the black cow but though both tried to bar¬ 
gain with him again, he passed them by. I will have 
none of them,” he said to himself. “I will not give my 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


white cow except for beans that I am quite sure are 
right.” And so he jogged on over hill and over dale, 
while the white cow jogged along behind him, pulling at 
the rope that was tied to her horns. 

At last, toward evening, he came to a little wood near 
a town and there he sat down to rest. 

He was tired and hungry. And while he rested, he 
put his hand in his pocket and took from it a red apple 
he had picked up. He was about to eat it when a gray 
dwarf jumped from behind a bush and sat down beside 
him. “I know who you are,” said the dwarf, “and if you 
will give me the apple, I will tell you where you can find 
the magic beans.” 

“A bargain is a bargain,” declared Jack and he handed 
the gray dwarf the red apple. “Now,” said he, “where 
is it that I may find the magic beans?” 

“Turn to your right and turn to your left,” said the 
dwarf. “Go straight on till you reach the place where 
three roads seem to go nowhere. At the top of a hill, 
there lives in a wood an old witch. Ask her for the 
beans.” 

So Jack went on over hill and over dale. He turned 
to his right and to his left and he reached the place where 
three roads seemed to go nowhere. Then, at last, he 
came to the wood where the old witch lived and he 
knocked, rat-a-tat-tat, at the door of her hovel. 

“Yes,” said the witch, “I have the beans. I will give 
you a hatful in exchange for the white cow, but I must 




He was about to eat it when a gray dwarf jumped out. 


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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


have more than this for them. You may give me, too, the 
kettle that cooks without a fire.” 

But Jack turned away from her door with the white 
cow for he could not give her the kettle that cooks with¬ 
out a fire and he did not know where to find it. 

Alas! He knew not what to do and he sat down by the 
roadside to consider the matter. Hardly had he sat down 
when from the wayside bushes there jumped the gray 
dwarf again. “A bargain is a bargain,” he chuckled. 
“I have come to help you out of your trouble.” 

“Alas,” said Jack. “How can I repay you? I have no 
apples left and no money at all.” 

But the dwarf said, “If you will but take me up the 
beanstalk with you when it is grown, I will give you the 
kettle that cooks without a fire for 1 know where it is to 
be found.” 

Now Jack did not want to share his adventure with the 
dwarf. He would have preferred to use his beanstalk for 
his own adventure but he gave his promise. And off 
went the dwarf to get the kettle. 

After some time, he came back with it and Jack set out 
to give it to the witch. With him went the dwarf and 
waited at the turning. 

So Jack gave the kettle that would cook without fire to 
the old witch and he obtained from her a hatful of beans 
in exchange for his white cow. 

When Jack had the beans in his hat, then, more than 
ever, he repented of his bargain. He met the dwarf at 
the crossroads and the two jogged homeward over hill 



WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


51 


and over dale. “A bargain is a bargain,” quoth Jack 
to himself. “If the dwarf has my promise, a promise 
may not be broken.” And so the two jogged on over 
hill and over dale till they came to Jack’s house and his 
garden. 

Then they planted the beans where the others had 
been and hardly had the beans touched the earth when 
suddenly there sprang from them a thick and wonderful 
vine that was so like the first beanstalk, you would never 
have known the difference between the two. 

Up it went Jack and after him went the dwarf and 
they clambered up, and up, and up, and up till at last 
they came to the Land of the Ogre’s Castle. 

Into it they went and found none there. The castle 
had been deserted. There seemed none in the land and 
they must have gone when the ogre fell and was killed. 
So the dwarf and Jack boldly took all the treasure and 
made a heap of it close to the place where the beanstalk 
landed them. When it had grown to a great size, they 
started to divide. 

And, it so happened that the treasure was unequal 
at the last! But Jack gave the greater share to the dwarf 
who had helped him by giving him the pot that could 
cook without fire. 

“The gift is gratefully shared,” declared Jack, “I give 
you more than I take of it myself and do it with a grate¬ 
ful heart.” 

Then the most .strange thing happened! Suddenly, 
the little gray dwarf, in the wink of an eye, became a 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


princess who was so wonderfully beautiful that there 
was none like her anywhere to be seen! “I have been 
enchanted,” she said, “till such time as someone should 
give me a great fortune and divide more than half of a 
kingdom’s riches with me. It was the cruel witch whom 
you saw who did it and this is why I gladly helped you 
with the gift of the kettle that would cook without fire. 
For my mother is the good fairy who helped you win 
back what the ogre stole from your father long ago and I 
am Princess of the Land of the Beanstalk.” 

At once, Jack fell in love with her and the two were 
soon wed. Then they came home to 
Jack’s palace. His mother, seeing the 
beanstalk growing in the garden, was 
greatly surprised and was anx¬ 
iously waiting Jack’s return for she 
did not know what adventures and 
what dangers her son might have 
met with up there. 

When she saw the Princess of 
the Land of the Beanstalk, she 
was happily delighted and said 
that she was happier than 
she had ever been before. 

So the Fairy Godmother 
ended the tale of Jack’s 
new beanstalk adventure. 

“The beanstalk still grows 

in Fairyland,” she said. “If 4f . , .. . . , .. . 

J After some time he came back with it. 





WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


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you go there, you will see it some day, Rachel. Often 
Jack and the Princess go up it to the castle and they may 
decide to move in some day though they all like the 
cozy cottage best.” 

'Tm so glad that Jack did go to the magic land again,” 
Rachel smiled. “I shall think about it often when I look 
at this picture, dear Fairy.” And she gave the god¬ 
mother’s hand a little affectionate love-pat before it 
turned to the next picture in the Fairy Book and the story 
that weis the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. 










Secret Six 


“Fairy dear,” said Rachel, as the picture-book’s leaf 
turned to the picture of the robins covering the sleeping 
Babes, “tell me that this story didn’t end unhappily, 
please! It has always seemed such a sad story that I 
never really liked to read it as often as I do the other 
stories of the Fairy Book. I am always so sorry for the 
little lonely children in the wood.” 

“Just exactly!” the Fairy exclaimed, “of course you 
are but you see the story-book story ends where it seemed 
as if they lay there in the wood and died without finding 
a way out and that’s where all the wrong comes! As the 
fairies know, they did find a way out and they did not 
die. The robins covered them with leaves to keep them 
warm.” 

“Well, I’d like to know all about it,” smiled Rachel. 
“I wonder how they did it?” 

“If anybody tries hard enough, there's always a way 
out, my dear,” chuckled the Fairy Godmother. “The 
trouble is that most folk never try hard enough. It’s 
true of every kind of difficulty: just keep on trying and 
the difficulty will disappear.” 

“Well, I’ll think of that,” declared Rachel. “I often 
get discouraged trying to do my lessons. Next time I 
can’t master a lesson, I’ll think of it.” 

“Do!” urged the Fairy Godmother and then she began 
to tell the secret of 


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55 



There was once upon a time when the Babes in the 
Wood were left alone in the forest. We have heard the 
story of it all and we know how they wandered here and 
there and, finally, because they were so tired lay down 
to sleep upon the forest moss. Then the robins came 
to cover them with warm leaves and they dreamed happy 
dreams. They did not die for it was an enchanted wood 

















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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


and the good spirits of the woodland watched over them. 
They slept sweetly under the leaves and woke to hear 
the birds’ first carol at dawn. 

Above them sat a robin warbling. It was the little girl 
who saw him and the boy called out, “Little Bird! Little 
Robin, tell us how to find our way out of the wood!” 

“It is a magic wood,” the little bird sang. “In it are 
wonderful things. Fly up above the tree-tops toward 
the sky and you will see your way above the forest trees.” 

"Oh, we cannot fly, Robin!” cried the little girl. “We 
have no wings.” 

“Alas!” sang the Robin. “Then you must run past 
the brambles and underbrush as the rabbits do. I cannot 
tell you the way out of the wood that way. If you were 
but birds, you might fly high above the tree-tops and so 
see the clear sky and the end of the wood.” 

“We are tired,” the little girl answered. “Is it a long 
way out of the wood, Little Bird?” 

“A long way, even with wings,” returned the robin in 
a warble. 

“Oh, Little Bird, fly up to the tree-tops and tell us which 
way is the way to go if we would reach the end of the 
wood most quickly,” the little boy urged. 

So the robin flew high above the tree-tops and then 
flew back to where the two sat on the moss. And he 
told them what way to go. “But be careful,” said he. 
“The wood is a magic wood! Turn neither to the right 
nor left or you will miss your direction! There are things 
here that you will want to stop to see and examine. If 



WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


57 


you wish to reach home, go on without stopping or turn¬ 
ing aside! The forest is full of strange beasts but nothing 
will harm you so do not be afraid.” 

So the Babes thanked the kind little bird and started 
off, hand in hand, in the direction where the tree-tops 
came to an end soonest. 

‘‘Do not stop on your way,” sang the robin as the two 
waved farewell, ‘‘for to stop will be to miss your way! 
Good-bye!” 

The forest was beautiful! It was full of magical sing¬ 
ing brooks and each one had so many happy tunes to 
play that the children longed to wait and hear them 
through. Yet they were mindful of what the robin had 
said and the two passed by the brooks, crossing upon 
stones where the water was silver beside ferns and moss. 

The flowers of the forest were like gems and they 
shone even in the dimness under the high forest trees. 
The children would like to have picked them for they 
had pleasant odors but the two remembered what the 
Robin had sung and they did not stop. 

There were wonderful bushes, too, full of berries that 
were temptingly good. But these were magical berries, 
the children knew, and they did not stop to pick them. 

But, at last, through the wood came a wonderful bright 
light that lit up the dimness. It twinkled and it shone 
with hundreds of beautiful colors and as the Babes came 
nearer, they saw that it was a great fir-tree that was a 
magical Christmas tree covered with burning candles of 
many colors. Tinsel shone bright upon it and costly 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


playthings that were more wonderful than any the chil¬ 
dren had ever seen, were growing on the magical fir-tree! 

“Oh, Sister,” urged the little boy. “Do let us stop and 
pick from the tree! We will never again see such a 
wonder! See that toy horse! Oh, what a horse that 
would be to play with!” 

“I see! I see!” the little sister replied. “It is beauti¬ 
ful!” and she sighed for she saw upon the tree a doll that 
was dressed in ribbons and lace. It had long golden curls 
and it seemed to hold out its arms toward the little girl 
and beg her to take it. 

But the little girl grasped her brother’s hand firmly. 
“We must not stop,” said she. “The tree will lead us 
astray from the right path if we but stop a moment to 
play with it. Turn your head in the other direction, 
Little Brother. Do not look at the toys! If only we 
might stop! Yet we must do as the little bird told us!” 

“Let us pick just one of the toys,” he begged. 

But the little sister would not let him stop and she 
urged him away. “At home,” she said, “there are plenty 
of toys, Brother.” 

But the little boy looked back toward the tree till it 
was lost to sight in the thickness of the magical forest. 

Hardly was the tree lost to sight when the two came 
upon strange bushes that were laden with sticks of candy 
and lollipops. Never had they seen such candies ! And 
the bushes were thick with them. 

“Let us pick just a few,” urged the little brother. “I 
am hungry.” And he snatched at the bushes as his 




Strange bushes were laden with sticks of candy and lollipops, 


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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


little sister led him past. And the bushes drew back as 
his hands touched the dainties and he dragged backwards 
to catch at them again. The little sister dared not look 
at the goodies herself for she longed to pick them. She 
hurried her brother forward. 

“Just a few! Just a few!” wailed the little brother. 
“It is cruel of you not to let me stop! We could fill our 
arms full in no time at all and we need not lose the 
way! Let us have a taste!” 

“At home there will be food,” the little sister an¬ 
swered. “Father has candy waiting. He has a store 
of it all ready for us when we reach the castle.” 

Yet the little boy dragged back and he kept wailing 
that he wanted to go back. If it had not been for his 
sister, he would have done so but she held his hand 
tightly. 

Presently, the magic wood was left behind. 

At last the wood grew darker and darker. The glints 
of sunlight that filtered through the leaves of the thick 
forest trees vanished. And the children knew that twi¬ 
light was coming on for the sun had set. 

“Let us rest. Little Sister,” begged the little boy. "I 
am very tired. See, yonder is a soft bank we could lie 
down upon and rest. It is getting toward bed-time.” 

“Alas, Little Brother,” replied the little sister. “I 
know you are tired. I wish that we could stop! But 
remember that this is a magical wood and that the little 
bird told us not to stop till we were out of it.” 



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“He might come again with his brothers and make us 
a warm coverlet of leaves,” urged the little boy. 

But the sister drew him on through the gathering dark¬ 
ness. 

“Alas! I am afraid, Sister," cried the little boy as 
some strange gray beast ran past them in the dark. “Let 
us climb a tree and sit there till morning. 1 do not like 
the dark!” 

But the little girl replied, “Brother, if we go straight 
on, nothing will harm us!” And she held tight to her 
brother’s hand to reassure him. “1 am here,” said she, 
“remember what the little bird said, dear! As long as 
we go straight ahead, we will come to the end of the 
forest even in the dark and as we have gone far, the end 
must come soon.” 

And so they went on. Often they saw strange shapes 
that seemed like elves or fairies. Sometimes they heard 
strange sounds of wonderful music that seemed to be 
enchanted. But the two were no longer afraid for they 
knew that nothing could harm them. The little bird had 
told them this. 

Gradually, after the long night, the daybreak came 
into the wood and bits of dawn-pink sky showed through 
the forest leaves and the leaves glinted with the first rays 
of morning sun. And the children saw that the trees 
were growing less dense and they knew that at last they 
were close to the end the magical forest! They did 
not then know that the cruel stepmother had died. 





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“It is a magic wood,” the little bird sang. 


How they ran then! Ah, it did not take long for them 
to find the open fields that lay beyond the forest! And 
as they came out from among the bushes at the edge of 
the forest, they saw before them on a hill the castle 
where their father lived! 

As they ran toward it, they met him, for he was looking 
for them. “A little bird told me you would come,” he 
said. “I am glad you turned quite aside from the won¬ 
ders you must have seen in the forest! If it had not been 
that you came straight home, you would no doubt have 
been lost and I should never have seen you again.” 

And so he took the little sister and the little brother 
by the hand and the three went back to the castle that 
was Home. There, the children found a wonderful 
Christmas fir-tree ready and waiting for them. Upon 
it was a toy horse for the little brother and a doll all 
ribbons and lace for the little sister. Tinsel glistened on 
it! Beautiful candies hung from its branches! And the 



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two children forgot that they were tired and they danced 
about the tree and sang songs. 

And so they lived happily ever after. Sometimes the 
robin flew up to the castle and sang with them. Home, 
home is best,” he caroled. 

The little sister and the little brother never went into 
the magical wood again but they often took food and 
sprinkled crumbs at the edge of the forest for the birds 
who had taken such good care of them. And at these 
times, the robin went with them and he sang, ‘‘1-love- 
you! I-love-you!” 

“And so,” said the Fairy Godmother with a smile, 
“that is what happened to the Babes in the Wood! They 
did exactly as the robin told them to,—and that’s why 
the robin’s song of home is worth hearing.” And then 
she turned the leaf of the Fairy Book to the next story. 








Secret Seven 


"I know what happened to Dick Whittington, Fairy 
Godmother!” laughed Rachel. “He became Lord Mayor 
of London. He married Alice, the merchant’s daughter. 
She must have been ever so good. I’m certain I would 
have loved her because she was so kind to Dick.” 

“She was good,—1 mean she is,” corrected the Fairy. 
“And she is ever so fond of Dick’s cat. Indeed, if a pussy 
cat can be spoiled, Alice surely spoils Dick’s. But it is a 
most remarkable animal. I’ll grant! Just exactly! Quite 
right, of course!” 

Of course,’ echoed Rachel. “But please start at once 
and tell me all you can. I want to know it all. Fairy dear! 
I want to know if Dick’s cat was black or white—or what 
color it really was.” 

“Something like yours,” chuckled the Fairy glancing 
to where Rachel’s pet lay purring in the hearth’s glow. 
“Ever so many other children have cats that are like 
Dick’s. I only hope that they take as good care of their 
pets!” 

“I take good care of my cat, you may be sure. God¬ 
mother,” said Rachel—“but really, I want the story so 
please, please do hurry and begin!” 

And so the Fairy Godmother commenced the story of 

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There was once upon a time a poor boy whose name 
was Dick Whittington. We know all about how he went 
to London to make his fortune, thinking that the streets 
were paved with gold. He found no guineas in the Lon¬ 
don streets, to be sure! The best he had was a rat- 
infested attic chamber. At first he had nothing to eat but 
at last he was taken into the home of a rich London mer¬ 
chant, Mr. Fitzwarren, where he helped the cook in the 
kitchen and ate the scraps that she might choose to give 

















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him. We remember the cook’s temper and we also re¬ 
member how good Alice was to the poor lad who lived 
in the attic. 

The Fairy paused and Rachel smiled encouragingly 
and nodded. So she went on,—Of course, we remember 
how Dick bought his cat for a penny and how it rid the 
attic of rats and how, also, Alice would have it that he 
send his cat on her father’s ship to Barbary as a merchant 
venture. 

“Yes,” assented Rachel. “I remember it all, Fairy 
dear! Please begin the real story!” 

“All in good time,” answered the Fairy. “We remem¬ 
ber how the ship’s captain sold Dick’s cat to the King of 
Barbary for a fortune because his kingdom was infested 
with rats and mice and they had never before known of 
such a beast as a cat. All this, I am certain you will 
remember but now, Rachel, I’m going to tell you the rest 
of the story and that is, what happened to Dick Whitting¬ 
ton’s cat after it went to Barbary.” 

At first, because it had cost the king so much money, 
Dick Whittington’s cat was shown to the nobles who 
made long journeys to see a beast so new, so costly, so 
strange and so useful. All delighted to see it, and play 
with it, and pet it. It was kept closely confined in the 
palace and not allowed to roam at all. A great to-do 
was made over it and the Queen of Barbary was never 
tired of calling, “Putty, putty,” which she meant to be, 
"Pussy, pussy,” as she had heard the ship’s captain call 
the cat. It was all the English that she had ever known 




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and it pleased her to make believe that she could speak 
a language she did not know. 

As for the king, he allowed the cat to sit upon his royal 
silk robe and the black hairs that it shed were carefully 
picked off by courtiers and tied with strips of silken 
thread into small bunches. These the courtiers wore as 
one might wear a costly jewel. They were also special 
marks of the king’s favor. And as Puss was at this time 
shedding her coat, the courtiers vied with one another 
to pick the hairs that she shed. 

Day by day, Dick Whittington’s cat grew more and 
more sleek and handsome. She had so many mice to eat 
that she began to grow fat. She began, also, to tire of 
the rats and mice of Barbary and to long for the familiar 
roofs of London. 

The cat had never had her freedom. In Barbary, she 
had been carefully housed. Even upon the ship, when 
she had come, she had been free to roam where she willed. 
But now, being so very costly a pet, she could never get 
beyond the palace where she was always watched by a 
retinue of special servants. 

But as time went on, Puss grew more and more restive 
under this treatment. One day when the king was 
stroking her rich, new sleek coat of fur. Puss could stand 
the petting no longer and she turned and waved her tail 
angrily backwards and forwards—always wilder and 
wilder till, at last, she turned about and scratched the 
royal hand as cats will do when out of temper. 




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It caused a commotion, we may be certain! All the 
court was in an uproar! The queen fainted. There was 
running to and fro with ointment for the king s scratch 
and bandages for the royal hand. The court physicians 
were sent for. There was a great to-do! And in the ex¬ 
citement, the court and the king forgot all about Puss, 
who darted through the door that was left unguarded. 

Out of this door went Puss, who was clever enough 
to go fast and far. She darted over the palace grounds 
and was soon in a grove of cocoanuts where she hid at 
the top of a thickly-leaved cocoanut-palm among the 
branches, entirely hidden from sight. She stayed there 
for a long time—till long after she had been missed, for, 
frankly, the tree was tall and hard to climb down and 
Puss did not know what to make of the monkeys and 
parrots of the wood. 

She did not come down when she heard the queen afar 
off calling at the palace gate, “Putty, putty, putty,” 
which she knew very well was intended to be, “Pussy, 
pussy, pussy!” 

Yet Dick Whittington’s cat sat still in the top of the 
cocoanut tree and was so hidden by the leaves that she 
did not know what way to go first when a monkey pulled 
her tail. She was afraid, too, that she might be caught 
and kept indoors again and she longed like all cats for 
freedom. 

At last, when night had come, the wood was darkened 
and Puss felt her way down the trunk of the tree care¬ 
fully. It was moonlight and Puss felt very much at 










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home. She crept through the leaves and scrambled from 
the tree and ran as if dogs were after her. For a long 
time she ran aimlessly till she found herself near the 
shore where there were rocks and along these she crept, 
thinking of the London roofs. 

At last what should she see but a ship very like the 
one in which she had come to Barbary. It was anchored 
at the near-by wharf and Puss, thinking it home-like, 
jumped aboard and was soon concealed in a sheltered 
spot. Here she felt happy and at home so she decided 
to take a nap. 

Now it happened that the ship was from London, 
though it was not one of Mr. Fitzwarren’s ships. It had 
come with cargo from another London merchant who 
had heard of the lucky venture of Mr. Fitzwarren upon 
the coast of Barbary. 

That evening, shortly after Puss had gone aboard and 
had fallen asleep, the good ship set sail in return for Lon¬ 
don town and it was not long before the sailors found 
Puss. They knew nothing of her having been sold to 
the King of Barbary and tho’ they marvelled much to 
find a cat, they gladly kept Puss to eat up the mice on 
shipboard. Her appearance was a great surprise and 
all made much of Puss. 

When the ship reached London and anchored at the 
wharf, Puss was on deck sunning herself and, seeing 
familiar roofs, she decided upon adventure. 

As she strayed along the narrow streets, suddenly she 




They ?ay a cat will always find its way home. 


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heard strange noises and a band, and much cheering. 
Before she could think which way to go, there came a 
procession and, bewildered, poor Puss jumped wildly 
through the crowd. What was her surprise then to see 
her master! He was in the procession and as she darted 
under the wheels of the coach, he called, Puss! Puss! 

At once, she knew his voice and ran to him! He was 
about to enter a great building where there was to be a 
banquet. Dick Whittington had been made Lord Mayor 
of London and the feast was in his honor. All the rich 
merchants of London had been asked to it as well as the 
court of aldermen, the sheriffs, and the king and queen. 

“My cat!” exclaimed Dick Whittington, “she has re¬ 
turned to her old home and her master! They say a cat 
will always find its way home, but I did not dream it 
could do so from so remote a place as the Kingdom of 
Barbary in Africa!” And he gave orders that she be 
placed upon a cushion beside him in the banquet hall and 
be given a saucer of good thick cream. “My cat has 
come home to help me celebrate,” he laughed, “let us 
all make merry too.” 

And this is the story of what happened to Dick Whit¬ 
tington’s cat that lived happily all its days in London. 

Alice, Dick’s wife, is never tired of telling of the clev¬ 
erness of the cat that came back from Barbary all alone. 
And when the next ship of Mr. Fitzwarren’s sailed for 
that country, there was on board a present for the 
Queen of Barbary. It was a basket of four little kittens. 




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Rachel clapped her hands as the Fairy finished the 
story, “Hurray for the cat that belonged to Dick Whit¬ 
tington,” she beamed. “I’m so glad that Puss found her 
own master and reached home safely! Alice must love 
her!” 

“She does,” answered the Fairy Godmother. 
“Wouldn’t you?” 

And the two chuckled and turned over the page to the 
next story that was the story of What Happened When 
Sleeping Beauty Awoke. 











Secret Eight 

Little Rachel looked down at the picture of Sleeping 
Beauty in the Fairy Book as the Fairy turned the leaf and 
smoothed out the page. It was a lovely picture and the 
castle must, indeed, have been beautiful when it all came 
to life again! In the Fairy Book’s picture, Sleeping Beauty 
had just awakened and the Prince was standing by her. 
“Oh, I should like to have gone to the wedding,” sighed 
Rachel. “I suppose you were there, Fairy Godmother?” 

“I was,” returned the Fairy. “Of course, I was! It 
wouldn’t have been right for me to miss an event as im- 
portant as that one was in Fairyland! To be sure, I was 
there. My! But it was a fine wedding! And both lived 
very happily afterwards. The two were so happy, my 
dear,, that there is no real story for a long time. But it 
was the little prince, my child, who upset the castle! I’ll 
tell you about him! He was exactly like his mother— 
and willful as well as most unusually handsome.” 

Rachel climbed up on the arm of Father’s big arm¬ 
chair closer to the Fairy Godmother and the Fairy God¬ 
mother began the story of 


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There was once upon a time when the Prince came 
a-wandering through the Enchanted Wood toward the 
castle where Sleeping Beauty lay on her couch waiting 
to be wakened. This was the time that he awakened her 
with a kiss, when all the castle became alive with the 
breaking of the magic spell. Then there was a bustle and 
a stir—business everywhere! And it did not take long 
for the Prince to order the castle coach to start to make 





















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ready for the royal wedding and send messengers to make 
ready for the princess’ coming. 

As I have said, there never was such a fine wedding as 
that one! Everyone in Fairyland came—and you should 
have seen the gifts and the wedding-cake, my child! I’m 
certain there never was such a one before! 

The wedding-bells rang and Sleeping Beauty married 
her Prince and they lived happily for many years. There 
was a great to-do over the young heir and it wasn’t very 
long before everybody found out that he was quite as 
willful and quite as handsome as the son of Sleeping 
Beauty was expected to be! 

As soon as the young prince was old enough, there 
began to be talk about his christening. As was the cus¬ 
tom, all the fairies were invited. His mother, Sleeping 
Beauty, was loath to invite the old fairy who had once 
done her so much harm, herself. In vain did her hus¬ 
band plead that if it had not been for the so-called ill 
wrought by the fairy, he might never have come to the 
Sleeping Castle in the Enchanted Wood and found his 
princess. Sleeping Beauty could only say, “No. The old 
fairy shall not be invited to the baby’s christening!” 

“Then, if you omit her from the festivities,” declared 
her husband, “you know well that she will be offended 
and that trouble will be sure to follow! She will cast an 
enchantment over the young prince even as she did over 
his mother!” 

So they pondered as to what to do. 



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At last the queen agreed to invite the old fairy lest she 
revenge herself and do evil if not invited. So the seven 
fairies who had come to Sleeping Beauty s christening 
were invited and the old fairy was asked with them. 

The whole palace was full of gaiety when the ap¬ 
pointed day arrived. All the palace was decorated with 
flowers. The baby was dressed in lace that was as fine 
as a fairy cobweb and the king and queen were arrayed 
in costly brocades of silver and gold, studded with gems. 
The table for the feast was spread with a cloth of spun- 
gold made by the mountain elves out of sunrise threads. 
There was a service of golden plates wrought like golden 
cowslip-flowers by the fairies themselves. The castle 
cook had created a christening-cake that was a marvel 
and the seven fairies and the old fairy who were invited 


to the feast were each to have as a christening remem¬ 
brance, a golden crown. One crown was set with dia¬ 
monds; one crown was set with pearls; one crown was 
set with emeralds; one crown was set with topaz; one 
was of rubies; one was of amethysts; one was of opals; 
and one was of sapphires. These crowns were given out 
to the fairies as each came, in turn, and as it so happened, 
the opal-studded crown fell to the old fairy who came 
next to the last! 

Now, as we know, there is a saying that the opal is 
unlucky. And no sooner had the old fairy received her 
gift than she had a tantrum! “Yes, yes!” she screamed 
“Give me opals! Well, I will see that ill-luck does not 
come to me. It shall all go to the young prince and the 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


baby shall inherit his mother’s love of spindles and the 
thirteenth time that he pricks himself, he shall fall asleep 
as his mother did. If there be no unknown princess near 
him when that fatal time arrives, woe be to the prince, 
for his wound must be bound up at once by her lest evil 
come to him forever after.” And so saying, she cast the 
opal crown from her and flounced out of the christening 
chamber. 

Lucky it was, however, that the fairy of the sapphire 
crown came after her. In some measure, she was able 
to weave another spell that should help the young prince. 
It was to be her gift. 

“Alas!” cried the queen, “why did I ask the old 
fairy! I should not have had her at the christening! 
What can be done! Alas!” 

"Good Queen,” declared the Sapphire Fairy, “be of 
good cheer! I shall give the prince the royal gift of hap¬ 
piness and content; whether waking or sleeping all will 
go well. The other fairies have made the young prince 
handsome, good, clever, learned, courageous, and suc¬ 
cessful in all he undertakes. I will give him Happiness 
and Contentment. No ill can overcome Happiness or 
Contentment. He who has them as the gift of a fairy 
cannot be unhappy.” 

Now, the king, in hopes of preventing a danger, 
immediately issued a proclamation through his realm: 
There should be no spinning at all; every spinning-wheel 
was to be burned up and no more were ever to be made; 



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under penalty of death, all spindles in the kingdom were 
to be destroyed immediately. 

The king and the queen were always anxious concern¬ 
ing the young prince, as he grew. He was carefully 
watched during all his babyhood but he had inherited his 
mother’s willfulness and his nurses were kept busy 
watching that he did not pursue mischief on which he 
might be intent. Always, as he grew older, he had a 
bodyguard of twelve trusted soldiers and twelve vigilant 
tutors. 

But in spite of the close watching, the young prince 
was always happy and content for he had the gift of the 
sapphire fairy. And the gift of the sapphire fairy went 
with him wherever he was. 

He was a charming prince, strong, and handsome. He 
was adored by the king and queen. And shortly after 
his fifteenth birthday, he announced that he was now quite 
grown-up and that he did not need a body-guard of 
twelve soldiers to take care of him and that he would no 
longer be ruled by twelve tutors! Indeed, he was as will¬ 
ful as might be expected. And at last, the king, his 
father, agreed to keep the body-guard for state occasions 
and to keep but one tutor who should instruct the prince 
thoroughly concerning all the mischief that there was in 
spindles and spinning-wheels. 

So the prince continued happy and took his airing with 
his one tutor in the palace gardens. 

Now, one day when the prince was in the palace gar¬ 
den that had a high stone wall all around it, the tutor. 



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Boy-like he clambered over the high stone wall. 


thinking the prince fully occupied for the moment with 
his book, withdrew to fetch him one that had been for¬ 
gotten. 

Then, the old fairy who was watching for the chance, 
observed that the prince was alone in the garden and she 
flew like a dark bird over the spot where the prince was 
seated and dropped a wonderful jack-knife down from 
the skies. It fell at the prince’s feet and when he looked 
up to see whence it had come, there was nothing to be 
seen but a dark bird hovering there. 

So he picked up the knife and examined its blades. It 






When the Queen kissed him he awoke. 


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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


was the very kind of knife that any boy might like for his 
pocket and the prince was delighted to have it. He 
picked up a stick and at once began to whittle. And then 
he observed that his tutor had left him alone and that 
he was quite free to do as he chose! 

In an instant, the prince began to long for adventure 
and, boy-like, he clambered over the high stone wall of 
the castle garden, grasping the vines till he reached the 
top to drop upon the other side as happy as a lark. 

The old fairy, of course, was responsible for it all and 
the knife was enchanted. No sooner had the prince taken 
it from his pocket again than he began to whittle a spin¬ 
dle about which he had been studying with his tutor. “I 
will but see if I can make one,” he thought and he did 
not know that the knife was magic and could only whittle 
spindles. 

Alas! He had no sooner completed his first spindle 
than he pricked his finger and fell fast asleep among the 
ferns in the wood. But he was not there long for the 
tutor came back and sent for the body-guard of twelve 
soldiers who set out at once with the king and queen to 
find the prince. 

When the queen kissed him, he awoke. “Oh,” said he, 
“I have had a most happy dream, mother! I have dreamed 
of a princess who is fairer than dawn—I have never seen 
so fair a one except in this dream! Would that she might 
be real!” And when questioned concerning his escapade, 
he said that he had a right to know what lay beyond the 
castle wall for he was now quite grown-up. 



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But the king found the spindle lying upon the grass 
near the prince and he questioned him further. When he 
found that it was the prince’s own curiosity that had 
whittled a spindle to see what one looked like, he took 
the knife away and commanded that all jack-knives as 
well as spindles be burned up also. 

Days came and days went. The young prince contin¬ 
ued his study of spindles with his tutor but he longed 
more than ever to dream of the princess again. “It is a 
spindle dream,” he thought, “and if I can but make me 
another spindle and prick myself again, the dream may 
come back and I shall see again the princess who is fairer 
than dawn.” And the more he thought, the more anx¬ 
ious was he to find out if the princess of his dreams were 
real. 

He found a dagger one day and began to whittle with 
it in secret. And he pricked himself and fell asleep again 
and this time, too, he dreamed of the princess who was 
fairer than the dawn. 

When they wakened him, they saw only the prince’s 
own dagger lying close by but they burned up the spindle 
which they thought must have been put there by the old 
fairy through some evil enchantment. 

And so, many other times, the prince carved spindles 
with his dagger, pricked himself, and dreamed of the 
princess who was fairer than the dawn. Nor did the 
court dream of the danger! As for the prince, all he 
thought of was of the princess and all the lore of spindles 
that the tutor had taught him was as nothing! 



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At last one day, he resolved to seek the princess and 
find if she were more than a dream. So he clambered 
over the castle wall as the chance came to be unobserved 
and he dropped on the other side where lay the beautiful 
forest. 

For a long time, he wandered through it—on and on 
and on. He did not find the princess who was fairer than 
the dawn and so he continued his search till he had gone 
far beyond the boundaries of the kingdom and had en¬ 
tered a strange land. Here, he saw a tall tower upon a 
mountain top and, thinking that perchance the princess 
might be there, he made his way thither. 

In this tall tower, however, the cruel old fairy had 
placed a spinning-wheel ready for the prince s coming. 
And it was her evil spell that was guiding him. More¬ 
over, she well knew that if he pricked himself this thir¬ 
teenth time, he would never waken unless a strange 
princess were by to bind up his wound. And there was 
no princess within leagues of the tall tower, as she well 
knew. 

Alas and alas! 

But the tutor and the body-guard, the king and the 
queen were all out hunting for the prince as soon as his 
absence was noted. Such a to-do as there was! Yet 
nobody could find the prince! 

The queen instantly notified the Sapphire Fairy of the 
calamity before she left the castle, for she felt certain 
that this was the doing of the old wicked fairy and she 



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knew that the Sapphire Fairy, alone, could break the 
magic spell. 

So the Sapphire Fairy looked into her magic mirror 
and saw there the tall tower with the prince wending his 
way up toward it! Quickly, she flew to the lands that 
lie afar and in the twinkling of an eye, she had found a 
princess who was magically lovely. She waved her wand 
and the princess was no longer in the far land but in the 
tower where stood the spinning-wheel. 

There, the prince had already come but two minutes 
before! He had seen the spinning wheel and had started 
to examine a real spindle, when he pricked himself and 
fell asleep for the fatal thirteenth time! 

But as soon as the princess arrived, magically, even 
though she knew not how she had come, she saw the poor 
prince’s bleeding hand and at once bent over him to bind 
it in her kerchief. 

At once he woke,—and there before him was the 
princess of his dreams. She was, indeed, more wonder¬ 
fully beautiful than the dawn! Her hair was golden; her 
eyes were sapphire blue; and her cheeks were like roses. 

“You are come, my princess,” he cried. “I have at last 
found you and you are more beautiful than any dream! 
Oh, I am happier than I have ever been before!” 

So the two were wed and they journeyed back to 
the castle where Sleeping Beauty and the King were 
mourning the loss of the prince they could not find. 
There was great rejoicing over their coming and the Sap¬ 
phire Fairy arrived also. She had had to guard the pair 



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on their homeward way lest the bad old fairy be at her 
evil tricks again and, somehow, prevent their reaching 
home. 

The bad fairy was so angry that her plans had not 
carried out as she desired that she stamped her foot and 
fell into a tantrum and the tantrum was such a bad tan¬ 
trum that she never came out of it and she lost all her 
magic powers. Nor has she ever been heard of since! 

All the seven good fairies came to the wedding of the 
prince and his princess and they all lived happily ever 
after. 

The Fairy Godmother finished the story and turned the 
leaf of the Fairy Book over to the next. Rachel said 
nothing. She was still dreaming of Sleeping Beauty and 
thinking of the wonderful things that had happened after 
her awakening. It had been a very wonderful, wonderful 
story, the story of the young prince! She wondered if 
sometime she might not meet a real Prince like him. 








Secret Nine 

“The next story is the story of Red Riding Hood,” 
Rachel said, as she helped the Fairy turn over the leaf 
of the Fairy Book. “If Little Red Riding Hood had 
obeyed her mother when she went on the errand to her 
grandmother’s house, I suppose she never would have 
met the wolf.” 

“She might have met him, but surely she wouldn’t 
have got into trouble,” the Fairy Godmother replied. 
“She was disobedient certainly! But are you always 
good, Rachel?” 

Rachel considered. “I’m trustworthy, Fairy,” she de¬ 
clared stoutly. “I don’t mean to be naughty.” 

“Neither did Red Riding Hood,” the Fairy answered. 
“Maybe you have other faults that are quite as much 
faults to be conquered, my dear! Little Red Riding Hood 
surely conquered her disobedience and overcame her 
naughtiness! I’ll tell you about it.” And so the Fairy 
Godmother began the secret of 
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There was once upon a time when Red Riding Hood’s 
mother made her a pretty red cloak and gave her a bas¬ 
ket of cheese cakes and cookies to carry as a present to 
her grandmother who lived in a cottage near a wood. 

“Be a good little girl,” her mother cautioned. “Don’t 
stop by the way but go straight to Grandmother’s house 
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And Red Riding Hood started out, resolving to do 
just as her mother said. 

She had not gone very far upon the path, however, 
when she saw some pretty flowers and she loitered along 
to pick them. She quite forgot that her mother had told 
her not to stop along the way. And when the wolf came 
along and began to talk to her, he saw just what kind of 
a little girl she was—not reliable! 

Then, as she was taking her time, he resolved to run 
ahead of her to the grandmother’s house. And he did. 
If she had not loitered on the way, of course, she wouldn’t 
have got into trouble! 

Well, the story in the Fairy Book ends just where the 
wolf tried to eat Red Riding Hood all up, you remember! 
It says that—but it doesn’t tell all,—for that’s only half! 
Red Riding Hood was very quick-witted. “Oh, Wolf,’’ 
she cried. “The cheese-cakes are in my little basket. 
Eat one of them instead of me! They are ever so good!” 

“I do not want the cheese-cakes,” growled the wolf, 
trying to catch Red Riding Hood, who had escaped and 
had hidden behind a table. “I like little girls best!” 
And he growled harder and showed his red, red tongue 
and his white, white teeth. “Gr-r-r-r-r! Woof!” said 
he. “I’ll catch you!” 

But Little Red Riding Hood was very nimble indeed. 
As she dodged around the table, suddenly she came to 
the open door of the cottage and out she ran as fast as 
her two feet would carry her! She ran and she ran, call¬ 
ing, ‘'Help! Help! 



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A woodcutter in the forest nearby heard her and came 
Running with his axe and she told him all about the wolf. 

“We’ll soon settle him,” the woodcutter cried, running 
to the cottage with his axe. Yet when he reached the 
cottage with Red Riding Hood, there was no wolf to be 
seen! He had run away as soon as he heard the wood¬ 
cutter coming. 

But who do you suppose was in the cottage? Why, 
there was grandmother trembling all over with fright, as 
scared as she could be for fear that something had hap¬ 
pened to Red Riding Hood, for she herself had not been 
eaten up at all. She had been hiding down cellar where 
she ran when she saw the wolf, to be sure! As soon as 
Red Riding Hood’s cry for help came to her, she darted 
out and down the path after her. She was not hurt at all 
but she threw her arms around Little Red Riding Hood 
and cried because she was so happy that nothing terrible 
had really happened. 

But the woodcutter said, “We ll have to catch that 
wolf, we will! What can we do about it but set a trap?” 
So he looked about for something with which to tempt 
the appetite of the old wolf who had run away with all 
the basket of cheese-cakes that Little Red Riding Hood 
had brought with her. “Go home and get me some more 
cheese-cakes, Little Red Riding Hood,” said he. “Do not 
loiter by the way again for we are in a hurry to set the 
trap. Go along the path homeward as fast as you can 
and ask your mother for more cheese-cakes, please.” 

At first grandmother did not want Red Riding Hood 





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By and by she met a rabbit. 


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to go but the woodcutter said she would be all right on 
the path if she did not turn aside. So she put on Red 
Riding Hood’s little red cape and gave her another basket 
and started her out. 

There seemed no wolf to be afraid of any more. Little 
Red Riding Hood skipped along the path. She wanted 
to pick up some nice red apples as she passed by them on 
the ground but she remembered that her errand must 
be done at once and she meant to do right this time. By 
and by she reached home and her mother gave her some 
more cheese-cakes and told her to go back to the grand¬ 
mother’s house again and not stop by the way. 

Little Red Riding Hood resolved to do as she was bid 
and she took her basket and went on the path through the 
wood. She did not stop by the way. But by and by, she 
met a rabbit who was nibbling a clover-leaf in the path. 

“Hello!” said the rabbit. “Where are you going?” 

“I am going to my grandmother’s to carry her a basket 
of cheese-cakes,” replied Red Riding Hood. “I must 
hurry along.” 

“I wish you would stop for a minute and play with 
me,” said the rabbit. “I will show you how I can hop 
over a clump of fern. We will have a race!” 

“Oh, no!” said Little Red Riding Hood, “though I 
would like to stop, I cannot play now. Some other time, 
I will play with you, little Rabbit.” So she went on 
through the wood to her grandmother’s house, just as she 
was bid. 

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cheerful fire and she and Red Rid¬ 
ing Hood had a party together by 
the fireside with the rolls and but¬ 
ter-pats that were in the basket 
too. 

“If you are ever sent again on 
errands, Little Red Riding Hood,’ 
said her grandmother, “remem¬ 
ber: It is best to complete your er¬ 
rands before thoughts of play stop 
you.” 

And Little Red Riding Hood did remember it. When 
she did her errands after this, she never stopped by the 
wayside to pick flowers or play. She did exactly as she 
was bidden. 

So the Fairy Godmother ended the story of Little Red 
Riding Hood. 

Rachel, however, wanted to know more about the old 
wolf. “Did they catch him?” she asked. “What hap- 

pened?” tt 

“Why, to be sure they did!” cried the Fairy. The 
woodcutter made Little Red Riding Hood a fur cap and 
muff and tippet out of his fur and she wears them in 
winter instead of the little red cape and hood. 






Secret Ten 

“I always liked the story of Beauty and the Beast,” 
declared Rachel, as the Fairy Godmother turned to the 
picture on the next page. “Beauty must have been very 
unhappy with sisters who were so mean and jealous. 
Somehow, I have always thought that Beauty was very 
much like Cinderella,—don’t you think she is. Fairy God¬ 
mother dear?” 

The Fairy smiled and nodded. Even the star of her 
wand twinkled. "The two are alike,” she said, “very 
much alike,—only Cinderella has golden hair and Beauty 
has dark hair. They look much like sisters though and 
their castles in Fairyland are not far apart. They often 
go to the same balls and, indeed, they both look much 
as their pictures here in the Fairy Book show them. 
They are both good and beautiful.” 

Rachel looked hard at the picture-book picture of 
Beauty that lay in the Fairy’s lap. “I want to hear all 
about her, if you please,” she asked. “Do tell me!” 

And so the Fairy Godmother began 

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There was once a time when Beauty married the 
Beast. That was when she had found out that his good¬ 
ness and sense mattered more to her than his ugliness. 
And that, too, was the time when the enchantment was 
broken and he was turned into a wonderful prince. 












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We do remember all the story, without doubt, and 
want to know what happened to the two ugly sisters— 
they were ugly in temper as well as unpleasant to look 
upon. They were jealous and unkind. They were 
neither good nor sensible. 

Both sisters had been turned, as punishment, into 
stone statues that stood at the palace gate that led to 
the castle where Beauty lived with her prince. And 
the enchantment was that they should remain there in 
this way till such time as they should be cured of their 
faults. I will tell you what happened, for it made Beauty 
most unhappy to see her sisters there! 

The sight of the two stone statues made Beauty always 
very sad. “Alas,” she cried, “I have all that may be 
desired but they are but cold to it all! Would that they 
might be human and warm again and be cured of their 
faults!” In the midst of her own happiness, she longed 
that others might be good, and happy, and sensible like 
herself. So she begged the Beast, who was now the 
handsome Prince, to intercede in behalf of her sisters. 
For her sake, he consulted with the fairy who had made 
the enchantment to ask if there might be some way to 
overcome it. 

“Yes,” she said, “there is a way but it is a hard way 
and it is only through Beauty that the spell may be 
broken. She must find out the way. I cannot tell it.” 

When the Prince heard this, he too was sad for he 
knew Beauty would remain ill at ease till she had broken 
the enchantment of her sisters who were the two stone 



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statues at the gates of her palace. Nevertheless, he told 
her what the fairy had said. 

Alas! cried Beauty. “How am I to know what the 
act is that shall break my sisters’ enchantment? I must 
go to my father and consult with him.” So saying, she 
ordered the golden coach and set out upon her journey to 
her father s house. 

Over hill and over dale, she drove; and while she was 
going toward a far-off hamlet at the edge of a deep 
wood she looked from the coach window and chanced to 
see a little old woman who was picking up sticks. The 
woman’s back was bent under her load and she was poor 
and tattered. 

“Stop the coach!” ordered Beauty. And out she 
jumped herself and would not let the groom go back to 
call the old woman. “Nay,” said she, “I will go myself 
to speak with her, poor soul!” 

She took the old dame into the coach with her and sat 
her upon a cushion. “Do not thank me,” she smiled. 
"You would do the same, no doubt, if I were old and in 
your place and you were I!” And she bade the coach 
turn from its proper path to take the old dame and her 
bundle of sticks to her cottage. 

When they reached there, the cottage was but a mean 
affair and a poor one. Nevertheless, Beauty was not too 
proud to enter, at the dame’s request. She sat upon the 
stone hearth while the little old woman bent over the 
forest twigs and lit a fire to boil a kettle of tea. “It is all 
I have to offer,” said the little old dame, “but though my 



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cup is chipped, I hope that the brew will refresh your 

journey.” , 

So Beauty took the cup that was half broken and she 
drank from it. And because the old woman was really 
an old witch, the brew made Beauty twice again as beau- 
tiful, twice again as good, and twice again as sensible as 

before. , 

When she understood that it was a magic brew that 
she had been given, she begged the old dame for some 
to carry home. “1 have two sisters, turned to stone be- 
cause they are neither good nor sensible, but are proud 
and unkind,” she said. “Tell me, Dame, if I might give 
them a sip of this to change them back to living women 
again?” 

“There is no way to make human statues like those 
of your sisters drink the brew,” said the old witch. Yet, 
keep some of it, for 1 will try to help you break the spell 
and you may use what I have given you to make your 
sisters twice as beautiful, twice as good, twice as sensible 
as they would otherwise have been when the spell is at 
last broken.” So she bade Beauty go on to see her father 
and ask him if he knew of anything either sister had ever 
done that was good or sensible. For, said she, then 
I may break the enchantment with your help, Beauty, 
according to your sisters’ deeds.” 

So Beauty got into her golden coach again and she 
drove on to see her father. When she had stated to him 
the difficulty, he wept. “They were always unlike you. 
Beauty,” he said, “but I will think and see if I can remem- 





To boil a kettle of tea. 


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ber anything good or sensible that they have done. So 
Beauty sat with her arm about him while he thought. 

At last her father broke the silence. “I remember,” he 
said, “when you were all children together, that this un¬ 
happiness was not so. Then there was no jealousy or 
unkindness in your sisters. It is because they have thought 
selfishly of themselves and their own pleasures that they 
have grown cold and inhuman, and lifeless, and have 
become enchanted to stone. It seems to me, if they 
were truly unhappy over the fate of persons not them¬ 
selves, who were poor and sad, the sight might melt their 
stone hearts and turn them back to living warm ones.” 

So Beauty went back to the witch and told her what 
her father had said. 

“Alas, Beauty,” cried the witch, “I see but one way: 
I must make you and your dear father poor, and old, and 
miserable, and unhappy! I must take from you all you 
have!” 

“Not my Prince!” Beauty entreated. “Take all else! 
Nor do I begrudge it.” 

“There is no other way,” returned the witch. “I must 
take all, and the Prince, too, Beauty. I must take all 
your beauty, all your wealth, all your happiness; but I 
will not and cannot take your goodness. I must make 
you old, and poor, and ugly, and unhappy, and destitute, 
and sad, and homeless. Nothing you now have may 
remain. It is the only way!” 

“Be it then as you think best,” answered Beauty. “If 



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“I hope the brew will refresh your journey.’* 


I have one thing left, it will be my goodness and my 
father will still love me. I shall have him.” 

So Beauty went to her father. 

As soon as she had reached his home, the witch’s spell 
began. The golden coach vanished in the twinkling of 
an eye and Beauty became old, and ugly, and miserable. 
She and her father were sad and pitiable, for they had 
nothing left in all the wide world. 

The old witch bade them go to the gate where the 
sisters stood as stone images, either side of the gateway 
to the palace. 

“If the statues shed tears,” said the witch, “then they 
will become human and the spell will be broken. If 
they speak, they will become as good as they .were when 
they were children.” 





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And so Beauty and her father went along the highway 
that led to the palace. It was a hard journey over hill 
and over dale and they were sad and unhappy, for they 
had nothing left in all the wide, wide world. 

But at last they came to the palace gates, where the 
stone sisters stood, cold and lifeless and with hearts as 

cold as ice. , 

Beauty and her father passed by the sisters. It would 
have melted your heart to have seen them, for they were 
so sad and so poor and so destitute. And, as they passed 
by a strange thing happened, for the one stone sister 
turned to the other stone sister and the two seemed to say, 
“Alas! Is it possible!” 

Then again, as the witch had bade Beauty, she and 
her father passed by the stone sisters. 

This time, the statues stepped from their pedestals and 
they called, “Father! Beauty!” And the stone statues 
stood gazing till tears filled their eyes! 

But as the third time came that Beauty and her father 
returned, as the witch had directed, they found the two 
stone statues were stone no longer. They were living 
human women who begged forgiveness for all their past 
unkindness and they put their arms around Beauty and 
wept that she should be as she was—so sad, so poor! 

At this moment, the magic spell was broken and to 
Beauty and her father returned all that they had given 
up, even as warmth and human sympathy returned to 
the sisters -who had been like stone. 

And at the same time, the fairy who had made the en- 




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chantment appeared. “The spell is broken,” she cried. 
“I, Beauty, am the old dame that you befriended in the 
wood. Give your sisters the magic brew that you too 
drank.” 

So all was well. She waved her wand and all that had 
been lost came back—even the Prince and the castle and 
all the worldly riches. And when the sisters had drunk 
the witch’s brew, they too became twice as beautiful, 
twice as good, twice as sensible as they had been before. 

Nor were they ever unkind or jealous after that. And 
when they had married princes that were, like them, good 
and kind and sensible, both lived in castles not far away 
from their father where Beauty and the Prince often 
came to visit them. 

And all dwelt happily to the close of their lives in 
Fairyland. 

Rachel clapped her hands. “I’m so glad they saved 
the cruel sisters and made them good and happy,” she 
smiled. “And I know it was the only thing that would 
ever have made Beauty live happily! How very brave 
and beautiful Beauty was!” 

“It’s a good story,” declared the Fairy. “I suppose you 
can guess who the fairy was? ^ ^ 

Rachel considered. Then she laughed. “You!” she 
declared. “You, of course, Fairy Godmother! 

The Fairy chuckled, “Exactly!” And then she turned 
the leaf of the Fairy Book over to the next page that 
opened to Jack the Giant-Killer. 



Secret Eleven 


“Jack must have been as brave as Beauty was when 
he slew his last giant and broke the black enchantment, 
said Rachel. “I have always wanted to know much 
more about him because he was so brave!” 

The Fairy beamed as she said, 

“Well, then, do you remember what first happened 
to him? If not, I will tell you.” So she began to tell 



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Once upon a time, Jack the Giant-Killer, with his in¬ 
visible coat and magic cap and shoes, prepared for the 
fray against the powerful giant named Galligantua. And 
when he had come to the giant’s castle, he blew the 
golden trumpet that hung by a silver chain upon the 
gates; for he read the inscription upon it: 

“Whoever shall this trumpet blow, 

Shall soon the giant overthrow, 

And brea\ the blac\ enchantment straight; 

So all shall be in happy state." 

Then, with the blast of the trumpet, the castle trembled 
and Jack cut off the giant’s head at one blow. The whole 
castle was in confusion—and then vanished in the twin¬ 
kling of an eye! All its lords and ladies who had been 
enchanted in forms of birds or beasts were set free by the 
magic blast of the trumpet and they journeyed with Jack 
to the Court of King Arthur where a beautiful duchess 
was given as a bride to Jack. And he lived happily with 
her for many years upon large estates that were granted 
him. 

The Fairy paused a moment. That s what the story¬ 
book story says,’’ she said. “Now 111 tell you what hap¬ 
pened afterwards, Rachel dear. 

So Rachel curled closer and the Fairy commenced 
again,—Jack and his wife had a daughter who grew to be 
so very lovely that there was nowhere any damsel as 
lovely. He and his wife were justly proud of her for she 
was as good as she was handsome and as clever as she 
was good. 



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Jack vowed that he would not let her marry till he had 
found the bravest son-in-law in the world for her hus¬ 
band. And he announced that he would give her for a 
bride to the youth who should do the very bravest thing 
that could be done in the world. 

The maiden was so lovely that the fame of her went 
forth over all the land and many rich merchants’ sons as 
well as princes begged her father for her hand in 
matrimony. 

But Jack said, “The daughter of Jack the Giant-Killer 
shall not marry till I have found for her the bravest man 
that there is in the kingdoms of the earth. I have said she 
may marry a king’s son, yet if there is among the youth 
of all lands, even a peasant who is braver, to him will I 
give my daughter and they shall live in a castle upon wide 
and beautiful lands that I will give them. But I care not 
what the deed of bravery is, so long as it is the bravest 
thing of all. It must be as wonderful as my own deeds 
with giants.’’ 

So the princes and the rich merchants’ sons went back 
to where they had come from and they wondered what 
brave thing they might do to win the hand of the daugh¬ 
ter of Jack the Giant-Killer. 

Some set out to kill dragons; others went upon far 
quests to deliver unhappy maidens from long enchant¬ 
ments; others still quested, they knew not where, in hopes 
that fate might send them a wonderful adventure. 

Now it happened that there dwelt in a small humble 
cottage by a wood, a youth who toiled long and hard to 



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make a living out of a patch of poor ground that his 
father had left him when he died. The youth worked 
early and late, year in and year out to care for his old 
mother and he did all that he could to make both ends 
meet, though many times the wolf was at their door 
ready to devour them in their poverty. 

When the youth was not tilling his plot of ground, he 
was in the forest chopping wood against the hard winter¬ 
time. He knew that he must have a good pile of wood 
to keep his mother warm. 

“If I could but leave her,” he mused, “I might win fame 
and fortune as others do who are no cleverer than I. Yet, 
my duty lies here.” And so from day to day he worked 
hard to keep himself and his mother alive on next-to- 
nothing. 

One day when he was tilling his ground, there stopped 
at his gate a prince who asked him for a drink of cold 
water. “I am very tired,” he said, “for I have quested 
far in adventure. 1 am searching to find if there be left 
a giant whom Jack the Giant-Killer has not destroyed, 
for Jack the Giant-Killer has promised to give his daugh¬ 
ter to the one who is bravest of all and there is but a year 
and a day for the quest of the giant I intend to find and 
slay. 1 have traveled from a far kingdom for the fame 
of the maiden’s beauty and goodness is great. 

The youth sighed as he gave the water to the prince. 
“I, too, would seek giants to slay,” he Said. “How great 
must be the courage to face this danger! Would that 1 
might so test mine! But I cannot join the quest for I may 



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not leave my work that I do from day to day year in and 
year out, while the wolf is at the door ready to devour 
us in our poverty.” 

So the prince rode away and the youth went back to 
his work, singing to keep himself in good heart and cheer¬ 
fulness. 

Others passed by, even the sons of rich merchants. 

Come with us,” they said. “We will pay you well to 
help us. You may be part of our retinue when we go 
before Jack the Giant-Killer to tell of our exploits.” And 
they offered the lad many inducements to leave his old 
mother and go with them upon adventures. 

But he said, “I would fain see all that but my duty lies 
here and I must keep the wolf from our door. The quest 
is not for me. My duty lies here from day to day and I 
may not leave it. So he remained with his mother in 
the small humble cottage doing his daily duty with a 
cheerful heart and trying to keep the wolf from the door 
as best he could. 

And so time passed. 

It chanced, however, that at last the year and the day 
that had been granted by Jack the Giant-Killer for the 
quests was at an end. From far and near there rode 
towards Jack the Giant-Killer’s estates, all the youths of 
the countries who had undertaken the quest. Each one 
hoped as he rode that his deed of bravery would be the 
bravest of all for, already, each was in love with the 
daughter of Jack the Giant-Killer. 



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When Jack the Giant-Killer saw the cavalcade, he 
smiled. “Ah,” he laughed, “bravery doth walk abroad! 
How may I judge among so many valiant youths which 
one is bravest!” And he made a council of wise men. 
Together with them, he heard all the adventures that 
there were to be told by the youths who had gone upon 
the quests. 

And the youths, who were princes’ and merchants’ 
sons, related their deeds: how they had killed fiery 
dragons; how they had met dangers; how they had deliv¬ 
ered damsels from enchantments, and fought in battles. 

At last there came one who had slain a great giant 
single-handed. Everyone thought that he deserved to 
have the daughter of Jack the Giant-Killer. All the wise 
men of the council nodded their heads at the close of his 
story. 

But Jack stood up and bid the cheering crowd keep 
silence. “Is there any other who knows of a deed braver 
than this?” he asked. 

At first, there came no reply. Then through the crowd, 
there came a little thin old woman bent upon a staff. “I 
can tell you of a braver deed,” she said. “Listen: the 
youth will not come himself. He says he has only done 
his duty and that he has done nothing. He says that he 
may not be considered among so many braver men of 
deeds and he has but worked from day to day and kept 
the wolf from my door and so conquered poverty.” 

At the sight of the little old woman, the crowd hushed 
and Jack begged her to explain. 



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“My lord,” she said, “my son has faced a greater 
giant than this one that is told of for he faced and 
battled with Poverty for more than a year and a day 
and it has been a terrible fight and a long one. No 
sooner was the wolf chased from the door than he 
came again and there was little enough in our humble 
hut with which to fight against him. But my son for 
such is he—is the youth who has conquered poverty and 
single-handed won the battle. He has given me com¬ 
forts for my old age and has done all that a good son 
should. To me, it seems that he has done bravely and 
more bravely than he who killed the giant that he quested 
into a far land to slay.” 

“Bring the lad herel” ordered Jack the Giant-Killer. 
“For he has indeed won my daughter’s hand. It is not 
everyone who can battle hard and long with Poverty 
and keep the wolf from the door. It is a brave and 
glorious fight and a victory that only the bravest of the 
brave may have. It is a greater thing than to slay a 
dragon in a far land.” 

So the youth who had done his daily duty cheerfully 
and who had met and conquered Poverty and kept the 
wolf from the door was called and went before Jack the 
Giant-Killer. He was given his beautiful daughter to 
wed and they were married. Jack the Giant-Killer gave 
them a wonderful castle and many rich estates and also, 
he gave to the youth who had married his daughter all his 
own treasures and his swords of long ago. To him he 
also gave the invisible cloak, the magic cap and shoes. 



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“With these it is easy to slay giants and kill dragons, 
quoth he. “Yours is the truer courage for you have met 
discouragement, hardship, poverty and have battled with 
them and won and you have done your daily duty with a 
brave heart, cheerfully. May you live happy with your 
wife and your old mother all the rest of your days! 

The Fairy finished. “It is true,” she smiled, one can 
be very brave and yet not kill giants, Rachel. Oh, I 
know you did want to go to the party. And you were 
brave and did not cry! I know all about it, dear child!” 

“Oh, I wasn’t very brave,” Rachel smiled. But I 
do want to be! The next story in the Fairy Book is 
about Cinderella and I think Cinderella was lovely—ever 
so lovely! Don’t you?” 

The Fairy nodded and turned the page to the next 
story. 






Secret Twelve 

‘‘This is the last secret in the Fairy Book, Godmother,” 
sighed Rachel as the Fairy slowly turned over the leaf to 
the picture of Cinderella. ‘‘This is the story that I love 
best of all. It is the most beautiful of all fairy stories, I 
think—but I’m afraid when you finish the secret that 
you will vanish and I don’t want you to go!” 

‘‘Little girl, I must,” replied the Fairy Godmother. 
‘‘You see, I have a good deal to do for other children, 
Rachel! I have to make up Christmas lists for Santa 
Claus and I have to tell dream stories that are lovely. I 
tell them to all good little children at night after the 
Sandman has been around. And when the dreams are 
loveliest, you may always know, Rachel, that I’ve been 
telling you a story again.” 

‘‘I’ll remember, Fairy dear,” said Rachel. “Maybe 
some other time when I’m sitting by the fireside like Cin¬ 
derella, you’ll come to tell me more about Fairyland?” 

‘‘I’ll try to,” replied the Fairy Godmother, “but now 
I must begin this last account of what happened in Fairy¬ 
land for your mother and Olive and Robert and Calvin 
will soon be home from their party and I must fly back 
to Fairyland.” And she began to tell 
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WHAT HAPPENED TO 
Cinderella's two vglv 
SISTERS WHEN CINDERELLA 
RODE OFF WITH THE PRINCEg 

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There was once upon a time when the Prince placed 
Cinderella’s glass slipper upon her foot. And it exactly 
fitted! That was the time when the two ugly sisters tried 
to squeeze into it and failed. Then Cinderella told them 
that the slipper was hers and she rode off with the Prince 
in his golden coach behind the six white horses. 

“Alas,” cried the cruel step-mother. “Who will do all 
the work now! There is nobody left to scrub the pots 

































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and the kettles or cook for the family. Cinderella has 
become a fine lady and what shall we do! I am certain, 
said she, “I won’t do the work!” And she looked at the 
two ugly sisters to see what they would say. 

“I won’t!” screamed the elder. 

“I won’t!” screeched the younger. 

And the cruel step-mother put her fingers to her ears 
and ran out of the house as fast as her two feet could 
carry her, for she was too lazy to do anything anyway and 
she was afraid that all the work would fall to her if she 
stayed home. 

When she had gone, the elder sister looked at the 
younger sister and her chin went up in the air. “Sister,” 
she screamed, “you are younger than I am and I com¬ 
mand you to clean up the pots and the kettles and to 
cook the dinner! I certainly shall not do it!” 

“I won’t!” screeched the younger sister. “If you are 
older than I, it is your place to do the work for the good 
times belong by right to the younger ones and 1 shall go 
to all the balls while you stay home and scrub. I surely 
will not do the housework! Don’t depend on me! There’s 
a sinkful of soiled dishes to wash and a dishcloth is 
handy. Begin the work that belongs to you at once!” 

“I don’t care!” cried the elder. “I won’t!” 

“Neither will I,” retorted the younger and she sat down 
in a rocking-chair and twiddled her thumbs. 

So the elder took another chair and she twiddled her 
thumbs too. And the two of them sat there and did 
nothing while the fire on the hearth went out for want 





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of wood and the kettle on the hob ceased boiling for want 
of a fire. 

At sundown, both were hungry but neither one would 
get supper. At last, however, the elder sister rose from 
her chair and went out into the pantry. “I won’t get 
supper,” she growled to herself. “I will eat what there is 
on the pantry shelf and my sister will be forced to do 
some cooking.” 

So she helped herself to all there was on the pantry 
shelf and she ate, and she ate, and she ate, and she ate 
till there was nothing left on the pantry shelf but a cold 
boiled potato and a crust of bread. 

Then she went upstairs to bed. 

By this time, the younger sister stopped twiddling her 
thumbs and decided to eat what was on the pantry shelf 
too. She had resolved that she would not do any cook¬ 
ing, never at all! So she left the soiled dishes in the sink 
and the dishcloth on the hanger and she went into the 
pantry to find something to eat. But when she reached 
there, there was nothing but a cold boiled potato and a 
crust of bread. 

When the younger sister saw the cold boiled potato, 
she sniffed. But as there was nothing else left on the 
pantry shelf, she was forced to eat the cold potato and the 
crust. When she had finished, she left the pantry door 
open and went upstairs to bed. 

Now, the elder sister who had eaten so heartily slept 
very soundly. And the younger sister who had only the 
cold boiled potato and the crust of bread slept very ill. 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


She was hungry and she longed for more, but she was too 
lazy to cook it or to make up the fire. So she tossed and 
she tossed on her bed till dawn. 

When the sun rose, the younger sister jumped out of 
her bed, resolved to stay there no more. Oh, I am so 
hungry,” she sighed to herself, “I suppose there is nothing 
for me to do but scratch a match and light the fire. The 
easiest thing to do is to boil a kettle and I will leave the 
plates for my sister to wash when she comes down. Yes! 
Yes! I will soil all I can find so that she will have plenty 
of work to do!” 

But when the younger sister came down to the cold 
kitchen, she did not even know how to scratch a match! 
The fire would not burn, and soon she was covered with 
cinders on the hearth! 

While she was angrily scolding at the fire that would 
not burn for her, there came a knock at the door: rat- 
tat-tat! 

“Go away,” screeched the younger sister angrily, 
“don’t you know I’m busy!” And she kicked at the cin¬ 
ders on the hearth so that they flew all over her in a dust 
of ashes. 

But the knock came again, rat-tat-tat! 

“Begone!” shouted the younger sister. “Don’t you 
know that you are not wanted!” And she scratched 
another match and tried to light the fire. But the match 
went out. 

“I will not come in,” said a voice at the other side of 
the door, “but if you would let me, I would show you 



WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


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how to light a fire. I can see by the ashes and the smoke 
that you do not know how.” 

“Well, I fail to see how anybody can see through a 
door,” sniffed the younger sister on her knees beside the 
hearth and all covered with cinders and ashes. “But 
if you can be of use, you may lift the latch and walk in. 

I will let you do the work for Cinderella has gone away 
with the Prince and my mother has also gone away. My 
sister snores upstairs on her bed and will do nothing and 
I have had only a cold boiled potato and a crust of bread 
since Cinderella left here.” 

So the door opened, and a little old bent woman hob¬ 
bled in, leaning on a staff. 

The little old bent woman looked severely at the 
younger sister and she said, “No. You mistake me! 1 
did not come here to be your servant. But if you will, I 
can sit in this chair and tell you how to light a fire prop¬ 
erly.” 

The younger sister was very angry at that. “Well, 
you won’t be of much help that way,” she growled. “I 
can surely do as well as any old bent dame like you!” 
And she tried again to make the fire burn. Yet, it would 
not. She stamped and she stamped till the ashes flew 
thick around the hearth. And at last she screamed to 
the little old bent woman, “1 suppose, dame, you might 
as well tell me. You might as well be of some use since 
you sit there in the chair twiddling your thumbs and 
doing nothing!’ 



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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


So the little old bent woman told the younger sister 
how to build a fire. “It will not burn from those sticks,” 
she said. “Go out and get fresh dry ones and build up 
the fire with kindling.” 

The younger sister scowled and she muttered. Never¬ 
theless, she went out to pick up sticks and she built the 
fire as the little old dame directed. 

“Wash the dishes and cook the food,” the little old 
dame directed. “I will tell you how to cook the food 
for I dare say you know less about that than you do how 
to light a fire.” 

“I know more than you do,” returned the younger 
sister sulkily, but she was glad enough to be told how 
to cook something for she was very very hungry by now. 
She had to wash up the dishes as there was nothing else 
to cook with and she went about the work muttering 
because she had to do it, since there was nobody at all 
to cook for her. 

“I suppose you know,” said the little old bent dame, 
“1 suppose that you know what is no secret at all about 
Cinderella?” 

The younger sister made no answer at first and then 
she snapped out, “Oh yes! She did very well as a servant 
and she had no right at all in the Prince’s palace!” 

“Really?” said the little old bent dame. “You think 
you know all about it. Yet surely you will agree that if 
she had not been so beautiful the prince would not have 
fallen in love with her.” 

The younger sister said nothing. 



WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


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“I suppose,” went on the little old bent dame, that 
you do not know what made Cinderella so lovely? 

Now the younger sister was at least honest with her¬ 
self and she knew herself to be ugly. She sniffed and 
she snorted. 

“It was because she was kind and good, replied the 
little old bent woman, “and she was never afraid of work. 
If you would like to be beautiful, I can make you so.” 

The younger sister sniffed as she replied, “You can do 
all that you wish in return for my hospitality,” she said. 

“Very well, then,” answered the little old bent dame. 
“You must promise to do exactly as I command.” 

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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


“I do nobody’s bidding,” scorned the younger sister. 

‘‘Then I cannot work the charm,” replied the little old 
bent dame as she started to go away. 

At last the younger sister called her back and con¬ 
sented to do as directed. The little old dame set her 
skipping across the kitchen as she had never skipped 
about before in her life. When she remonstrated, the 
little old bent dame reminded her of the promise and 
what it might mean if kept. So the younger sister 
washed the floor and she brushed up the hearth, and she 
scoured the pans till they shone, and she cooked such a 
handsome meal that she could hardly wait to eat it. 

But the little old bent dame would let her eat nothing 
till she had set the table for her sister and herself. 
She made her put on a fresh cloth and clean plates and 
she told her to put some flowers in the centre of the table 
in a glass. And the younger sister, as she flew about 
doing these things grew more and more good-looking and 
less and less ugly. 

At last, when the little old dame told her to go and call 
the elder sister to breakfast, the younger went quickly 
and opened the door of the chamber and called, “Sister, 
the meal is ready and waiting! Come down!” 

The elder sister could hardly believe her ears when she 
heard this. She hopped out of bed and rushed down to 
the kitchen, consumed with curiosity. 

When she came in, she thought that Cinderella had 
returned for the younger sister had become so wonder- 




The little old bent dame reminded her of her promise. 


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WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


fully beautiful. “Oh, Cinderella,” said she, ‘‘you have 
found out about the Prince’s mistake, have you not! 
she scorned. “I see you are tired of balls and have come 
back here again.” 

But the younger sister replied gently, “No, Sister! I 
am not Cinderella. I am your younger sister who was 
so ugly a little while ago. This little old bent dame has 
worked a charm over me while I did my duty here and 
I have learned that real beauty is something everyone 
may have who chooses!” 

The elder sister could not refrain from snapping out, 
“I don’t believe you!” Yet she knew there was truth in 
what the younger sister had said and she knew she was 
herself ugly and she wanted to be lovely too. “Tell me 
how,” she managed to snarl, while she ate the meal the 
younger sister had cooked and thought how well all the 
house looked. Secretly, she was jealous to find that the 
younger sister knew so much more than she did herself. 

“The old dame will tell you the charm,” declared the 
younger sister. 

“You must do as I bid,” said the little old bent dame. 

At first the elder sister scolded but, at last, she decided 
to obey. So the little old dame sent her scurrying about 
the whole house as she had never scurried in her life be¬ 
fore. The elder sister swept the rooms and made the 
beds. She cleaned and she dusted till the whole house 
fairly shone. 

Then the little old dame cried, “Enough! Go look in 
the glass!” 



WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


123 



But at last she decided to obey. 


Both sisters went as bidden. And there they saw that 
they were, indeed, quite changed. They were very lovely 
except for the fact that both had a twist to the left over 
each eyebrow. 

“There remains one thing more to do, said the little 
old bent dame. “This can only be gained by asking Cin¬ 
derella's pardon. You must go to the castle and ask to 
be forgiven.’’ 



124 


WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


So the two set out and they went over hill and over 
dale with the little old dame till at last they came to the 
castle where Cinderella lived with the Prince. 

When they reached there, Cinderella came running out 
to greet them. “How lovely you are!” she cried out. 

And then the two sisters told her how sorry they were 
for all that they had done to make her unhappy. “We 
have learned what work means now,” they declared. 
“We beg to be forgiven for our unkindness. We can 
ourselves cook, and clean, and sweep and wash,” they 
said and they smiled at the old dame and at Cinderella. 

Then, in a twinkling the left twist over each eyebrow 
disappeared and they were as lovely almost as the real 
Cinderella herself. 

Cinderella asked both into the great ball-room where 
a ball was going on. And both sisters were so lovely that 
at once two wonderfully handsome princes fell in love 
with them. 

They were married at once and both went to live in 
castles of their own. As for the little old bent dame, it 
weis Cinderella’s own fairy. She dropped her staff and 
her cloak and she made a magic wish then and there to 
call the cruel step-mother to the castle too. 

When the cruel step-mother came, she saw how her 
two daughters had grown young, and happy, and beauti¬ 
ful, and prosperous. And she thanked the fairy god¬ 
mother for all she had done for them. And she, too, 
asked to be changed like them; and she, too, asked Cin¬ 
derella’s forgiveness. 



WHAT HAPPENED AFTER 


125 


And so they were none of them mean, or selfish, or 
bad any longer and were all happy and good and beauti¬ 
ful. 

The Fairy ended the story of Cinderella’s sisters and 
closed the Fairy Book. “I was Cinderella’s fairy and the 
little old dame,” she laughed. “Remember, Rachel, that 
often in your dreams I will tell you other stories about 
what happens in Fairyland!” And she gave Rachel a 
little soft kiss that was like the touch of a flower—and 
then she was gone! 

Little Rachel rubbed her eyes. Had it all been a 
dream? She wondered. The clock on the mantel over 
the fireplace was striking the hour and she heard the 
automobile with her mother, Olive, Robert and Calvin in 
it coming up the driveway. She hugged the dear Fairy 
Book tight in her arms as if it had been the Fairy God¬ 
mother and she smiled. “I am glad I did not go to the 
party,” she whispered to herself. “I shall have ever so 
much to tell the others! Oh, I’m so glad that the Fairy 
Godmother came to visit me!” 











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